Chapter 67 Stop Moving, Let Me Have A Look

Clarisse's face was swollen to the point where she couldn't be recognized, but Tyler didn't tell Levi to stop pounding her.

Cielo could no longer bear the prospect of witnessing it. "Troy," she said as she pulled his leg beneath the table and gently kicked it.

When Tyler looked her in the eyes, he understood she was begging him to quit. While tapping his knuckle against the table, he murmured something casually. "That, Mr. Hill, I suppose, will enough. It seemed incomprehensible that you could bring yourself to beat your beloved daughter."

He seemed devoid of any guilt or regret in his words. On the contrary, he sounded like a bystander enjoying the spectacle.

No matter how upset Levi felt at the time, he couldn't afford to anger 'Troy.' He caught a fleeting glimpse of Clarisse's face before swiftly averting his sight.

Clarisse's face was bloated to the point of being unattractive to the eye.