Old Mr. Jones is sincere and his eyes are full of sincerity.
Seeing this, Nancy suddenly felt that the whip in her hand had a thousand pounds.
But even so, she still spoke with scarlet eyes, “Do you think I won’t dare to hit you if you pretend to be pitiful by selling misery like this?”
Shake the whip hard, cut through the air with a hunting sound.
The heart of the people listening to it shudders.
Dzune can’t stand it, stand out in front of Old Mr. Jones, “Miss Nancy, you’d better hit me first, if you hit me to relieve your anger, so you don’t have to hit Old Mr. Jones again, you also know Old Mr. Jones is very weak now, simply a whip can’t stand. ”
This is not a whipping, this is simply the life of Old Mr. Jones!
Nancy laughed coldly, “not his own words, even if it is dead, it does not matter, first go below to help me to untie the relationship, save me from being bullied.”
Now you’re scared?
“Yes, it’s okay if I die.” Old Mr. Jones nodded, “Dzune, get out of the way, I’ll carry it myself.”
“Old Mr. Jones!” said Dzune, stamping his feet in anxiety.
But when he met the determined eyes of Old Mr. Jones, he had to sigh and retreat to the side.
Now, Old Mr. Jones and Nancy stood face to face, both of them with complicated feelings in their eyes.
“Come on Nancy, if that’s what it takes to make you feel better, then do it!”
Nancy laughed, “Don’t you think I’m afraid to do it.”
“Of course I know you dare, so do it.” Old Mr. Jones nodded again.
Staring at the whip in her hand for a long time, Nancy closed her eyes tightly, finally ruthlessly, a whip up!
Snap!
The whip made a dull sound as it hit the skin.
Old Mr. Jones, however, gritted his teeth without saying a word and silently endured.
“Old Mr. Jones!” Dzune was very nervous, and went forward to support Old Mr. Jones, checking the wounds from the whip, full of heartache.
This whip, Nancy used the full force, directly to Old Mr. Jones skin open.
“Miss Nancy, this should do it, you know Old Mr. Jones suffered a lot before, now just a little bit, and rushed to see you, if you continue to smoke, he will really die.”
“I told you not to worry about me, Dzune, you shut up!” Old Mr. Jones scolded.
The words landed on Nancy’s lips, or the whip to throw away.
Eyes full of disgust and annoyance, “annoying, moral kidnapping me, let me how to get him dead, not to fight!”
Throwing down these words, he simply turned around and left.
Until his back completely disappeared from sight, Old Mr. Jones fell back into the wheelchair, pale instantly swept the face.
“Go get me a doctor, it hurts.” Old Mr. Jones said.
Dzune was busy nodding and did as he was told.
In the ward, Old Mr. Jones and Jay were the only two left.
“Well, I wasn’t wrong, was I? Your mother is still essentially a good person, she just doesn’t know how to pull her face off.”
Jay nodded, “Yes, she just needed a stepping stone, so I’m grateful to you, Grandpa, for being willing to give her that.”
“She’s my daughter, so it’s my part of the job.” Old Mr. Jones waved his hand weakly.
After a pause, his gaze fell on Jay, “As for you, what kind of a step do you need to get off?”
“What?” Jay hadn’t reacted.
“You are also the children of the Jones Family, my grandson. Don’t you hate me for what I did to you before, and if so, what kind of a step do you need?” Old Mr. Jones asked.