Female Novel
Chapter 1719: Whip Wound
Chapter 1719: Whip Wound
Alisha cowered behind the crack of the door, witnessing Athena's terrifying side for the first time, which
was drastically different from her impression of her.
Alisha was stunned. Was this still the mommy she knew? Although she had seen Athena's silent and
gloomy appearance before, she had never seen Athena with such a ferocious expression, as if she
wanted to kill the person in front of her. Her contorted face and the gentle smile in Alisha's memory
were completely different.
Trembling with fear, she could barely stand on her shaky legs.
The whip struck the black-clad person over and over again. Their clothes had been torn open,
revealing blurred flesh and emitting a nauseating smell in the air.
These subordinates of mommy had always taken care of her, giving her delicious food and fun things.
Now, watching them on the verge of death, struggling on the ground, Alisha suddenly summoned the
courage to try and stop mommy's madness.
As soon as she made a move, it immediately caught Athena's attention.
"Who's there!" Athena shouted loudly, without hesitation. She lifted the whip and swung it towards the
side of the door.
Alisha couldn't dodge in time and watched helplessly as the whip struck her arm, opening a bloody
gash.
"Ah!" She cried out in pain, the intense agony causing her teeth to chatter, rendering her unable to
speak.
Her small, fragile body slowly collapsed against the door.
When Athena heard the commotion by the door, she pushed her wheelchair over. As she saw Alisha
fall to the ground from the door, her forehead hitting the floor and bleeding, and the whip mark on
Alisha's arm caused by her own hand, she was instantly shocked. This was bad. She had actually hit
Alisha.
How would she explain this when Luther came back?
She quickly approached Alisha and gave her a strong push. "Does it hurt? Alisha, are you alright?"
Alisha remained motionless, apparently already unconscious from the pain.
With her weak constitution and recent recovery from a serious illness, she couldn't withstand such
turmoil.
Athena kicked Alisha twice, but seeing that she didn't move, she started to panic. She shouted loudly,
"Someone come, quickly get her up."
Several black-clad individuals outside the door heard the noise and rushed in. One of them stepped
forward to lift Alisha up. "Miss Athena, she's injured. Her arm is bleeding profusely. Can we bandage
her?"
Athena waved her hand irritably. "Go, just give her a simple bandage."
"And these two," pointing at the two barely conscious black-clad individuals she had beaten, her voice
colder than ice, "take them away, give them some money, and leave them in the mountains to fend for
themselves. I never want to see them again. Tell everyone, this is the consequence of betraying or
defying me!"
"Yes," the leader of the black-clad individuals responded.
Glancing at the companions lying on the ground, sympathy appeared in his eyes. Later, he would
instruct others to secretly send them away, to a private hospital, and provide them with money. If they
were really left in the mountains as Athena commanded, they would undoubtedly die. This woman was
truly ruthless.
Soon, the injured black-clad individuals were dragged away, and someone came in to clean up the
bloodstains.
In no time, the villa was cleaned up, without a trace of disorder, as if nothing had ever happened.
The leader of the black-clad individuals was named Jacob Stevens. He gave Alisha a simple bandage.
The wound was deep, and the torn flesh and blood were smeared together. When he tore open the
clothes, he couldn't bear to look directly at it.
It was too cruel for a child.
This was an iron whip, even adults couldn't endure it, let alone a four-year-old child.
He respectfully walked up to Athena and asked, "Miss Athena, should I call a doctor? I'm worried..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Athena interrupted him with a stern command, "Shut up and
leave!"
"Yes," Jacob dared not say more, afraid of being affected by Athena's rage.
"Anyone who asks, say you don't know where her injuries came from. Tell them she fell and bumped
herself while playing. Got it?" Athena said coldly.
"Yes, Miss Athena," Jacob nodded, but he couldn't help but have doubts in his mind. It was clearly an
injury caused by a sharp weapon. How could it be explained as a fall? He quickly retreated and stoodnovelbin
outside the door, not daring to say more.
Athena glared fiercely at Alisha, who was still sleeping, and cursed, "Trash! So unlucky!"
Then she pushed her wheelchair back to the living room.
In the evening, Luther rushed back fromoutside. He was concerned about Alisha and wanted to be by
her side before she woke up. As soon as he entered the door, he sensed an unusual atmosphere.
Although it had been cleaned, there was still a lingering smell of blood in the air.
He narrowed his eyes, his expression becoming dangerous.
Athena heard Luther's return and quickly pushed her wheelchair to his side, speaking softly, "Brother
Luther, you're back. Where did you go? You didn't even tell me."
Luther glanced at her indifferently, "There was a mountain of company matters to handle. Shouldn't I
take care of them? Do I need to report to you whenever I go out?"
"No, I didn't mean that. I was just concerned," Athena showed a sweet smile.
If it weren't for knowing her true nature, an ordinary person would easily be deceived by her gentle
appearance.
Luther sneered inwardly. He had long gotten rid of the people she sent to follow him. He had stopped in
the middle and had Aaron drive his car, while he himself drove another car and left the office. Finally,
he and Aaron switched their cars back to their original positions.
In this way, Athena thought he was handling business as usual.
Little did she know that he had already completed the first step of his plan.
Not bothering to pay attention to her, Luther walked directly into the room. Alisha was still asleep,
covered with a blanket. He was puzzled. Alisha had been sleeping for too long today.
Moreover, Alisha's little face didn't look right, pale and with a hint of unusual redness.
Something felt off. He quickly reached out and touched her forehead; it was burning hot. She was
running a fever again!
What happened during the time he was away?
At this moment, Alisha seemed to sense Luther's return. She struggled to open her eyes and weakly
said, "Daddy, it hurts..."
"Where does it hurt?" Luther quickly picked up Alisha. Then he noticed a bump on her forehead, hidden
beneath her bangs.
He gently rubbed it with concern. "How did you bump your forehead? Did you drop something on it
while sleeping?"
Normally, Alisha didn't sleep soundly, always tossing and turning. But it shouldn't have happened. The
floor was covered with a carpet, and unless she hit the bedside table, it didn't seem likely.
Alisha shook her head. "My arm hurts... it hurts so much..."
Luther looked at her arm in confusion. Her clothes seemed fine at first glance, and he couldn't see
anything unusual. He unbuttoned her clothes and, when he saw the thick bandage wrapped around her
arm, blood seeped through it. He was greatly shocked. "What happened?"