Being forced to watch the torture inflicted upon Kyson was an ordeal they could hardly endure.
Mekhi, in stark contrast, remained indifferent to Kysonâs plight and exuded malice and cruelness.
He meticulously dissected the entire situation.
âYou are the only one who made physical contact with Shiloh tonight.
Because you bumped into him in the corridor.
Upon inspecting the top floor, I discovered signs of intrusion, and notably, an important bottle of medicine had been stolen! You didnât come down until the party commenced.
I instructed the servant to find you, but he couldnât, and you werenât in your room.
Werenât you busy pilfering items on the top floor during that time?â
Mekhi bellowed at the conclusio
n of his sentences.
Before Kyson could regain his posture, Mekhi relentlessly lashed him.
âConfess! Where is it?! Why have you stolen from me? Did you conspire with Lucinda to deceive me?â
Mekhiâs fury showed no respite.
He struck Kysonâs back vigorously with a vine, causing many wounds that bled profusely.
Kyson, contending with the pain, remained huddled on the floor.
âI didnâtâ¦â
Every corner of the villa underwent thorough scrutiny multiple times.
Kysonâs room was meticulously searched by the bodyguards numerous times.
Despite being frisked twice by Mekhi, nothing incriminating was found on Kyson.
Regardless, Mekhi refused to release him.
Having been the only person in physical contact with Shiloh that night, Kyson remained the prime suspect.
Despite the severity of Mekhiâs beatings, Kyson staunchly refused to admit guilt.
Mekhiâs rage intensified as he hit him with even greater force.
Initially, he confined his whipping to Kysonâs back, but as time passed, he expanded his beating to Kysonâs arms and waist.
The ominous sound of the whip sent shivers through the entire Shaw family.
âDo you believe you can endure until the end? It doesnât matter if youâre guilty or innocent.
If the truth surfaces, Iâll consign you to hell on the spot!â
Whoosh!
A menacing sound accompanied each crack of the whip, echoing like a dire warning from hell.
Kyson gritted his teeth and fought to endure the pain.
He was in so much distress that he couldnât form coherent thoughts.
Unconsciously, he began to groan under the intense agony.
For a year, he had hidden his true identity and led a relatively peaceful life.
The severity of this beating was unlike anything he had endured in a long while, and it became almost unbearable.
With an audible snap, the second vine broke under endless whipping.
Exhausted from whipping Kyson for so long, Mekhi tossed the broken vine aside.
Taking a moment to catch his breath, he rolled up his sleeves and summoned the guards with a commanding shout.