006 Kneel in the Ancestral Hall

On the way, Olivia Taylor turned her head towards the car window, not wanting to talk to him.

For once, Tobias Perkins felt sympathy for his wife and didn't make her act as his driver, taking on the task of driving himself. It might also be due to his fear of her crashing his freshly painted sports car.

The old mansion was an aged courtyard house located on the outskirts. Tobias's father, Luke Perkins, had replaced the old appliances and had been living there ever since, refusing to move.

Tobias seemed to hate this mansion, always frowning whenever he returned. Olivia also disliked it, a musty odor always lingering in her nose whenever she thought of the place.

Luke Perkins sat in the main seat of the ancestral hall in an old-fashioned wooden armchair, holding a string of small-leafed rosewood beads. His facial features were strikingly similar to Tobias's but even sharper.

This was supposedly a face that would cause the death of a spouse.

Olivia scoffed inwardly, putting down her teacup and silently waiting for Luke to speak.

"Olivia, have you been to the hospital for a check-up recently?"

As soon as she heard these words, Olivia knew something was wrong, "Not yet, I... "

"We've both been busy lately and don't have time for a child," Tobias interrupted her coldly.

As expected, Luke's face darkened, his voice stern and aged, "You don't have time to be with Olivia, but you have time to mess around with other women?"

"Tobias, now that you've become self-reliant, I'm not going to argue with you about business matters. But haven't I told you that not just anyone can be brought home?"

Although these words were in favor of Olivia, she felt a chilling air and couldn't help but be a little scared.

"I was just seeking emotional comfort during my leisure time," Tobias sneered, his dark eyes unfathomable.

Furious, Luke slammed the string of small-leafed rosewood beads to the floor tiles, scattering them everywhere, "You still don't know you're wrong!"

"What did I do wrong?" Tobias stood up fearlessly, staring at his father, "I only took her home to discuss an advertising project. Even if anything had happened between us... you..."

"Get out, go kneel in the ancestral hall! No one is to allow him to stand up without my permission!" Luke interrupted, bellowing.

Olivia gasped. She knew that this was not as simple as kneeling in the ancestral hall. The Perkins Family not only retained its ancestral assets but also observed a set of archaic family disciplines.

She tugged at Tobias's sleeve, wanting him to apologize to his father. Instead, Tobias forcefully shook off her hand and strode towards the ancestral hall, "I have nothing to apologize for!"

Soon, the muffled sound of a stick beating a body was heard. Olivia didn't know how many blows he could endure, so she quickly knelt by Luke's legs, supporting his knee with both hands, whispering, "Father, please forgive Tobias this time. He has an international conference tomorrow. If he gets injured now, there will be a huge deficit in the company."

Luke softened his tone towards Olivia, but the depths of his gloomy and cunning eyes remained, "Olivia, stand up. You've done nothing wrong. It's my fault I haven't disciplined my son properly, causing you to suffer."

As the sound of the beating continued, she finally couldn't help but say, "Father, it's my fault for not looking after Tobias properly. You should punish me instead!"

Seeing the stubbornness in her eyes, Luke sighed, "You know I care about you, always using it to your advantage. Fine, take Tobias and leave. But if there's a next time, I'll break his leg!"