Rouge Jarvis nearly fainted upon hearing it.

She had thought of many possibilities, yet this was the one thing she hadn’t expected.

Her three adult sons, each with their own careers, were viewed by many as successful men who were nearly untouchable.

The term "heroes" was fully deserved.

However, they actually collaborated on such a thing just to exclusively favor their sister, leaving her, their mother, aside.

Since they passed their first decade of growing pains, they hadn’t collectively done anything to displease her.

Especially after they reached adulthood, they had never done anything to make her angry.

This time, her anger was so intense that her liver hurt.

These are her good sons, indeed capable of big deeds one by one!

She shouted, "Preston Quinn!"

Preston Quinn was an elder in the family, holding a position equal to that of the parting sister-in-law, and was also an elder managing the order of the Ford family.

It had been too long since the mother called this name.

As children, just hearing this name would terrify them, so much so that now as adults, having transformed from boys into righteous men, they still felt fear when hearing it.

Rouge Jarvis knew that Preston Quinn had left a shadow over these children.

But there’s an old saying: a golden rod disciplines a good person.

They simply needed a beating.

Preston Quinn quickly entered the living room, and when he saw the four young masters kneeling on the ground, he almost thought his eyes were failing him.

However, in reality, he wasn’t mistaken.

What is going on here?

Preston Quinn nodded respectfully: "Ma’am."

Rouge Jarvis’s face was cold, exuding an emotionless demeanor: "Go get the rod."

Without questioning why, Preston turned and went to get the tool.

The rod...

Julian Ford had the most beatings as a child, he grinned, a bit roguishly: "Mom, mom, let’s talk this out. We’re approaching thirty, it’s not a nice sight to be beaten. Let’s talk it out."

"Why wouldn’t it be nice? This is the old Ford family house; we close the door to beat you, who would see? Even if someone sees, who can stop me from disciplining my sons?"

Rouge Jarvis’s temper flared up to the point where she couldn’t calm down: "Normally, how do I teach you? To be brotherly and respectful. Your sister was found and you didn’t tell everyone, but hid and pampered her. Tiana doesn’t even know how many brothers she has, right? You lied to her and everyone else, who allowed this?" 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Julian, seeing her red-faced and furious, dropped his usual playful tone and tried to calm her: "Mom, calm down, you can beat us, but don’t harm your health."

"Don’t try to flatter me, especially you, Julian. Your elder brother is steady, he would never do such a thing, and neither would the youngest. Was this your idea? Speak clearly."

Julian: "..."

From ancient times, mothers have always known their children best.

Indeed she was right, there was evidence and no way to deny it.

At last, he nodded: "Yes, it was me."

Rouge Jarvis had a ’I knew it was you’ expression, taking several deep breaths but still couldn’t quell her anger.

She glanced over her four sons: "Had this matter not occurred, how long did you plan to keep it from me?"

The four brothers instinctively glanced at one another.

Rouge Jarvis, seeing this, shouted angrily: "Stop discussing, answer directly."

Aiden Shaw: "..."

Julian Ford: "..."

Maxim Ford: "..."

Isaac Ford: "..."

The four brothers had no idea how to respond.

It had been so long since their mother treated them this way, that they nearly forgot she once had the nickname ’The Venomous Spider.’

Julian Ford contemplated; since this matter started with him, he’d be the one to speak: "I wanted our sister to find out the truth of the past and remember me as her second brother, and then bring her back to reunite with you."

Maxim Ford: "To let you and Tiana spend some time together, develop feelings, and after discovering the truth, then reconnect."

Isaac Ford glanced at his two brothers, moved his lips; he wouldn’t go with the tide, yet hadn’t thought about this matter.

He only responded when he caught his mother’s sharp gaze: "What my sister wishes is my wish."

Julian and Maxim looked towards him.

The light in Julian’s phoenix-shaped eyes dimmed, finally understanding why his mother always favored the youngest brother.

Look at that.

He really knows what to say.

In truth, he and his elder brother also planned to reunite with their mother according to their sister’s wishes, they just didn’t want their sister to recognize all fifteen brothers so quickly.

Rouge Jarvis narrowed her fox-like eyes, gazing towards Aiden Shaw, who was ambiguously both a son and son-in-law.

Taking a deep breath: "Fourth one, what about you?"

Aiden Shaw: "Tiana wants to find out the truth and then reunite with you. I am her fiancé, whatever decision she makes, I will support."

This is a classic case of having a wife and forgetting one’s mother.

But what made Rouge both furious and helpless was that this wife was in fact her own daughter.

It’s really...

At this time, Preston came over holding a wooden rod as thick as an arm.

The four Ford brothers: "..."

Simultaneously looked at their mother.

After all, for grown men like them, as Julian had said, getting beaten was not a pretty sight.

Preston cupped his fists, bowed to Rouge, and then sternly asked: "Ma’am, the rod is here, how would you like me to punish the young masters?"

The four Ford brothers: "..."

This Uncle Quinn...

Really is...

Uncle Quinn had watched them grow up, it’s impossible that he felt no attachment, but he had always obeyed the lady’s orders.

From childhood to adulthood, he hadn’t spared them from using the rod.

His actions were very meticulous, and also completely merciless.

If their mother instructed ten strikes, he would never strike nine.

Never spoke a word on their behalf.

When the parting sister-in-law was around, she could intervene, but now that she was left in the hospital by Rouge, there was no avoiding this punishment.

In the eyes of the young masters of the Ford family, Preston was simply an unfeeling rod-wielding machine.

"As the elder, not stopping such unreasonable demands from a younger brother, and instead agreeing and colluding, upper beam not straight, lower beam crooked, deserves a beating!"

Preston nodded: "Yes."

"Thirty strokes of the rod."

Preston didn’t bat an eye: "Okay."

Maxim Ford had no complaints. Ever since he privately kept their sister, he had already been prepared for this.

Rouge continued, "When you were children, if you did something wrong, it was always your elder brother who was punished. Now you’re adults, if you do something wrong, you should all be punished, especially Julian, forty strokes, beat him hard for me."

Preston noted: "Alright, ma’am."

Julian still held a slight smile at the corners of his mouth, not losing a bit of that mischievous charm.

To him, this wasn’t a punishment, but a trace left from pampering their sister.

Those other brothers who hadn’t reunited with their sister didn’t have this, so it was also a kind of honor.

At this moment, he also knelt properly, waiting for the punishment.

Rouge again looked at the fourth son, her cold gaze showing no trace of the usual affection.