Isabella trembled as she looked at the reflection of herself in the window glass.
Her neck, chest, arms, belly ... were all covered with bruises.
In the blurry reflection on the glass, she looked like a broken doll with rotten sores.
"Have you seen it clearly?"
Joseph was raged. He turned around and fiercely ordered, "Gerry, beat that brat! Break his limbs!"
"Yes!"
"No! Isabella, help me! Help me..."
"No!"
Isabella was awakened by John's shout. She turned around and grabbed Joseph. She knelt down by Joseph and begged, "Please, Joseph. John is a bastard, but he is my brother. Blood is thicker than water. I can't just watch him suffer. He was once an innocent kid, and he was my beloved brother..."
"Blood is thicker than water..."
Joseph looked at Isabella, who was pleading with him bitterly. Joseph was especially angry. He wanted to wake this woman up by scolding, but his eyes turn cold and he said, "Good, very good, Isabella. So this is your weakness."