The cold air was biting, making people feel that things were not so simple.

Julian Ford, Maxim Ford, and Isaac Ford all looked at him.

Aiden Shaw stared straight into his mother’s eyes, without a hint of evasion.

"Aiden, you must be punished more."

Aiden Shaw: "Yes."

Julian Ford curled his lips playfully, the smile in his phoenix eyes faintly visible.

This was the classic scene of a mother-in-law disciplining her son-in-law.

Maxim Ford was a bit worried, feeling that in this matter, Aiden did nothing wrong.

In fact, Aiden was dragged down by the other three brothers, due to the hidden identity of their sister; he was helpless.

After all, initially, he didn’t know Tiana was their sister.

Isaac Ford also furrowed his brows, his own punishment not yet heard, first worrying for the fourth brother.

Rouge Jarvis spoke slowly: "I have missed my daughter for twenty years, thinking of her constantly. I haven’t even had a chance to say a proper word to her, and you’ve turned her into your fiancée, making me lose both a son and a daughter."

Aiden Shaw understood her meaning.

Daughter becomes daughter-in-law.

Son becomes son-in-law.

"Only the identity has changed, you are still our mother. I will discuss with Sixteen to arrange a wedding room at the old house, and after marriage, we will often come home to live."

Rouge Jarvis: "..."

Surely the meticulous fourth son, resolved her earlier concerns in just a moment.

She was worried that once they got married and moved out, she wouldn’t have time to love her daughter properly, and she would lose her son too.

Nothing was worse than this.

But his words reassured her that at least the two children wouldn’t run away.

But this wouldn’t be a reason for him not to be punished.

"Whether married or not, it’s a matter for later; you hid from me, your mother, and privately made a lifelong commitment with my daughter. You are also part of hiding the sister. In light of your earlier promise, the punishment of one hundred lashes is reduced to fifty. Do you have any objections? Are you not convinced?"

Aiden Shaw: "...No objections."

Mother always loved him; when he was young, he never received fifty lashes. This time, she was truly angry.

Julian Ford, who had been watching gleefully earlier, suddenly changed; he felt sorry for the fourth brother but was helpless. In the Ford family, mother’s words were law. Even father did not dare to disobey.

"Three years old Ford!"

Isaac Ford: "..."

He never really liked the nickname mother gave him, and it was just a dislike confined to his heart, never daring to express it.

"From a young age, I’ve told you all, the sister is your common sister, not just one person’s sister. Your selfishness and thoughts are truly reprehensible!"

Isaac Ford nodded: "I’m sorry, Mom, we were wrong."

If time could turn back, he would still choose to be wrong again and again.

At least, the time spent with his sister was genuinely happy.

Rouge Jarvis: "Considering the merit of protecting her after you reunited with Tiana, the lashes are twenty; next time such selfish thoughts occur, the punishment will be doubled."

Isaac Ford’s punishment was the lightest, yet he was somewhat anxious: "Mom, the fourth brother is good to little sister too; your punishment is too severe. I can help him share it, just..."

Rouge Jarvis interrupted him displeased: "If you don’t want it doubled, just shut up; everyone’s punishment is given by me, no such thing as sharing."

Isaac Ford no longer said a word.

If he continued to speak for the fourth brother, not only would his penalty be doubled, the fourth brother’s would be likely doubled again.

"Preston Quinn."

Preston Quinn nodded: "Madam."

Rouge Jarvis commanded: "Give them a hard beating, do not show mercy."

"Yes."

Began beating each one.

Starting from Isaac Ford.

Preston Quinn swung the rod down, even clenching his teeth.

Isaac Ford, with years of fitness, felt as though his insides were trembling, pain causing sweat to bead on his forehead.

The other three brothers, seeing this, lightly furrowed their brows, feeling sorry for the sixth brother but turned their thoughts; now, the brothers were truly sharing in the hardship.

Isaac Ford, enduring the pain, clenched his fists tightly, eyes tinged with red.

Withstanding it fiercely, not letting out a single cry.

Finally, twenty strikes were done.

Isaac Ford’s whole back and legs were injured, even blood seeping out.

Julian Ford’s phoenix eyes were rarely wide open, looking at the spots of blood red on the white shirt on his back.

For the coming days, probably won’t even need to get out of bed.

In the midst of thoughts.

Preston Quinn swung down another rod.

There was a sensation of flesh ripping pain.

Having not been beaten for over a decade, almost forgot the taste of pain, took a cold breath, muffled a groan.

After ten strikes, he nearly fainted from pain, speaking became difficult, almost spilling with his teeth: "Uncle Quinn, your strength, truly... hasn’t diminished! From back then!"

Another strike, had him coughing violently several times.

This punishment was indeed life-threatening.

Rouge Jarvis looked at the blood on the sixth brother’s body; he was beaten when young, but she had instructed Preston Quinn to slightly reduce the strength, they were kids, don’t cripple them.

Now grown up, no more reduction in force.

Truly experienced these words: beating a son, hurts one’s own heart.

Several times she wanted Preston Quinn to stop but felt these mischievous kids must be properly disciplined to prevent future selfish actions like this.

Not properly beaten, how would it be fair to Tiana’s other brothers.

After Julian Ford was beaten, Rouge Jarvis spoke: "Preston Quinn, stop for a moment!"

Isaac Ford seeing this thought: Could it be, mother’s heart aches, not willing to beat anymore?

However...

"Rest for ten minutes beside, save some energy, drink some water, make sure each strike on the young masters is equally heavy, not a single strike is light."

Preston Quinn nodded; indeed aging, beating two young masters made him tired.

Thinking back over a decade ago, beating fifteen young masters at once without batting an eye.

Isaac Ford: "..."

Julian Ford: "..."

Yet to be beaten Maxim Ford and Aiden Shaw: "..."

The venomous spider truly remained a venomous spider.

Soon, ten minutes passed.

Preston Quinn picked up the rod again, continuing.

Maxim Ford endured the pain, kept kneeling.

Julian Ford was beaten forty lashes, evidently, the pain he felt now was doubled compared to Isaac Ford and Maxim Ford.

If not for Isaac Ford supporting him, he would have fallen to the ground.

The brothers’ punishments were not yet over, not one could leave first, all obediently kneeled there.

The beaten three brothers stood shoulder to shoulder, supporting each other.

Everyone looked at Aiden Shaw who was being punished.

Exactly fifty strikes.

If they took a month to leave the bed, he would need two.

Rouge Jarvis had her eyes wet several times but forced back the tears.

Aiden Shaw clenched his hands into fists, enduring each strike, yet in his mind was the image of Tiana Thorne’s sweet and charming visage, smiling like a flower.

The originally excruciating pain seemed not so painful anymore.

During the last few strikes, Rouge Jarvis could no longer hold back, tears welled up, wiping them away.

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