Chapter 86 Regrets Of Not Killing You Earlier

• "Everyone, leave," Hendrick commanded, his voice cold and piercing like winter frost. The bodyguards exited one by one, the door clicking shut behind them. Relaxing his grip on the whip he'd been holding tightly, Hendrick glared at Sandra, his eyes filled with venom. "Tell me, why did you kill him?"
• She knew the ordeal that awaited her. She had no escape, only endurance. Yet, she wasn't about to remain silent. "Hendrick, I'll only explain this once. Whether you believe me or not, I did not hurt Skye. It was Natalie and the nanny. They set me up. They—"
• Before she could finish, Hendrick's arm swung, and the whip struck Sandra fiercely. Though mentally braced for what was coming, the raw, tearing pain was unbearable. Hendrick wouldn't even let her finish her explanation. He had convicted her in his heart already of killing the child. He wasn't asking for her reasons; he was seeking vengeance.