Three Treasures: Spoiled Wife Goes Wild Chapter 696: It Was All Stolen by You

"Her blood spread on the ground and she suffered a thousand, million tis more than you!"

The man’s murderous gaze fell straight onto Ella White, as if he wanted to physically torture her with his eyes alone.

Ti ticked on agonizingly slowly until at last the man waved his hand dismissively, disgusted, "Lock this woman and her son in the basent."

At his words, Ella White’s deadened eyes lit up with fear. She shook her head desperately, grabbing at the trouser leg of Oliver Battleson as she lay on the floor.

"No, Oliver, I know you hate , bla , you can do whatever you want to , but, but Leon..."

Ella White looked at Leon with trembling and continued, "Oliver, let Leon go for the sake of our marital bond of over ten years. He’s just a child, he has school tomorrow..."

"Marital bond of over ten years?" The man casually lifted his foot, viciously stepping on Ella White’s supporting hand. His voice was icy cold, "Ella White, these years, were all stolen by you."

As his words fell, a nearby butler understood, stepped forward, and dragged Ella White away.

Leon Battleson knelt on the floor as soone ca to drag him away as well. He stared blankly at his familiar yet foreign father.

Just yesterday, his father had been carrying him on his shoulders, playing with him. So why had he beco a completely different person today?

Leon furrowed his little eyebrows.

What was the basent? Were there lots of fun toys there?

But what he didn’t know was that from this point on, his life would fall into an unfathomable darkness, and even if he struggled desperately, he could only end up wounded all over.

Since Mia White’s suicide, Justin Battleson had been sent to the old house to be raised by his grandparents. The fifteen-year-old was quiet and reserved, but the coldness in his eyes was nothing like Mia’s.

After facing the truth, Oliver Battleson’s first thought was to return to the old house to see his son he hadn’t seen in almost ten years.

But as he arrived at the doorstep, his steps suddenly froze.

What right did he have to appear before a child he had abandoned for ten years? What right did he have to tell him, ’I am your father’?

Through a small crack in the door, he glimpsed the child’s clean, fair profile, and it hit him. He realized his overwhelming sense of guilt.

He had lost the face to face this child.

Upon returning to the villa, Oliver Battleson went straight to the basent.

The basent was incredibly dim and humid, even the corners were moldy, and an unpleasant sll perated the air.

Ella White sat on the only chair, moldy from water damage, her hair disheveled as she held Leon. Her face had an expression of madness.

The servant in the basent handed Oliver Battleson a whip soaked in salty water with deep barbs on it.

Seeing him co in, Ella White’s face showed undisguised terror. She pushed Leon away, her voice trembling, "Leon, sit over there and turn around. Your father and I are going to play a ga, and you mustn’t look back. Promise mommy, okay?"

But Ella White had underestimated Oliver Battleson’s hatred towards her. The man turned his head to signal the servant, who nodded and then forced Leon to look at Ella White.

Without any warning, Oliver Battleson raised the whip, cutting through the air.

That was followed by the sound of skin being pierced again and again.

And, the piercing wails of a woman.