At the Old Master's command, a male servant picked up a whip and brought it down hard on Tristan Sterling's back.
WHIP!
"Hss..."
Tristan Sterling sucked in a sharp breath.
The color instantly drained from his face, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.
The servant was strong. The single strike split Tristan's skin, and blood began to seep through his white shirt.
"Do you know what you've done wrong?!"
The Old Master's face was ashen as he roared the question.
Tristan frowned, looking at Holly Sinclair, and explained in a low voice, "I told you, I didn't know it was your brother who was in trouble."
Holly's face was expressionless. She didn't even look at him.
"Whip him!"
the Old Master bellowed again.
WHIP! WHIP!
The servant raised the whip.
Three bloody welts now crisscrossed Tristan Sterling's back.
Tristan's face grew a shade paler, and he secretly clenched his fists.
"You bastard! So you still don't realize what you did wrong?"
