Kern swiftly fetched the whip meant for punishment.
Mylo, still in his suit, had yet to disrobe, prompting Sonny to instruct the officers to assist.
As they removed his suit and shirt, the last shield of Myloâs dignity was gone, revealing bruises from prior beatings to all the gathered individuals, sparking a wave of murmurs.
Yet, those who had witnessed the evidence of Myloâs misdeeds harbored no sympathy, agreeing that he merited the severe penalty.
His actions against his own kin deemed him undeserving of any leniency.
Under the relentless gaze of his family, Myloâs fists clenched as he grappled with the discomfort.
The pride he had nurtured over years was dismantled by Nathanâs decree, leaving no scope for mercy.
There, in the ancestral temple, his dignity and stature disintegrated.
Now in his middle years, Mylo faced a humiliating public whipping.
Worse still, the family elders planned to erase his and his son Ronanâs names from the family tree, a gesture stripping not just his dignity but attacking his spirit.
Such severe censure, unfolding just before the legal sentence, underscored the brutal extent of Nathanâs resolve.
Mylo, overcome with deep resentment and a palpable sense of injustice, confronted Nathan.
âNathan, why single me out? Jeff, Agate, Kern, and even Norton are all involved.
If youâre going to be ruthless, do it fairly.
How else can your parents rest in peace?â
Nathanâs gaze was icy and stern, his hand clenched tightly around the chairâs armrest, anger slowly building within him.
In response, Sonny hastily secured duct tape over Myloâs mouth, silencing any further provocative comments.
Myloâs muffled protests were evident in his eyes, brimming with indignation.
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Without warning, Kern lifted the whip and delivered a forceful strike to Myloâs back.
The intense pain twisted Myloâs features, stripping him of any dignity.
The sound of the whip, a harsh whoosh through the air, signaled each devastating strike, threatening Myloâs very life.
He felt the sting of blood trickling down his spine, each lash from the barbed whip tearing at his skin with brutal ferocity.
Everyone watched the scene unfold in silence.
Some younger family members turned away, unable to watch the gruesome punishment, while even the seasoned elders wore somber expressions, unaccustomed to such a harsh display.
Uma, overwhelmed by fear, nestled into Lucindaâs embrace.
Lucinda soothed her by patting her back and shielded her from the horrific scene by covering Umaâs eyes with her hand.
In the silence of the ancestral temple, the only sound was Kernâs whip cracking, casting a grim and fearful atmosphere.
Mylo, initially defiant, gradually weakened under the severe punishment.
No longer the young man he once was, his frailty made it impossible to endure the ordeal.
Lucinda turned her gaze away from the center where the punishment was carried out, instead looking towards Nathan, seated in a place of honor.
His face was expressionless, detached, embodying the authority and control of a formidable leader, while Lucinda sighed deeply out of sorrow for Nathan.
The ordeal of the twenty lashes ended swiftly.