C7 7

"It doesn't hurt," Sara answered softly.

Hank held her hand with an unfathomable expression, and he stared at her red palm that she used to strike. "Next time, you don't have to do it yourself,"

Hank said as he looked coldly at the servants who bowed their heads low and didn't dare to breathe. "Don't get your hands dirty for those who aren't worth it," he added.

A tiny surge of delight bloomed in Sara. No one had ever said such words to her. In her entire life, she had only been tolerant of others. And if Yen were present, he would have given Sara a slap.

In contrast, Hank told her not to get her hands dirty on such lowly people!

Hank then continued with a calm tone, "Bella, cut off their tongues."

The servants were so frightened that they fell to their knees and cried, "Master, we know we were wrong! We won't do it again! We won't do it again!"

Sara was startled, she avoided looking Hank in the eyes and muttered out, "I'm fine..."

Hank ignored her.

Upon her words, the servants acted like they had found a savior. All of them began to cry and begged Sara, "Young Madam, please! Please ask Master Bishop to show some mercy... I don't want to become mute!"

"Young Madam, I know I'm wrong. Please, I take back my words, please!" One of them sobbed.

The servant who was slapped found it difficult to lower her pride and to beg Sara, so she kept quiet and mingled among the crowd, waiting for Sara's mercy.

Sara slowly but firmly removed the hand of a servant from her skirt and replied softly, "Earlier, you lot weren't treating me with this attitude."

Bella took a look at Sara in surprise. He thought that the girl would give in and be forgiving. After all, she tender and delicate like a strawberry pudding. Surely, she would not be able to stand people's begging.

"Young Madam, we don't dare to do it again!

Please... Please save us!" The group of servants swore.

"I'm only twenty years old... I still want to be able to speak in my remaining years of life!" One of them added.

"Young Madam, I'm willing to accept any punishment. As long as you don't cut off my tongue, I will do anything in return!" Another said.

Sara looked at the last woman who spoke and asked, "You'll do anything?"

"Anything! I'll be at your service for my entire life!" The servant seized the chance to survive and answered hurriedly.

Sara then said, "If that's the case, all of you, line up and each of you, give her a slap." Her fair, slender fingers pointed at the servant whom Sara had slapped earlier.

The servant took two steps back in horror and asked in denial, "Why me?"

Sara didn't say a word.

But when the opportunity was given, everyone fought to subdue her. Each of them went ahead and slapped her hard, as if fearing that Sara would be dissatisfied if they hit too softly.

Sara watched quietly with a calm expression on her pretty and graceful feature.

More than a dozen people struck one by one, and the servant's face was so swollen that she could no longer speak clearly. Sara cautiously looked at Hank and asked, "Master Bishop... should we let them go?"

Hank hummed uncaringly.

The crowd left hurriedly as if they had been pardoned.

Bella asked with great interest, "Why her?

Sara said sternly, "She insulted my mother."

Bella understood and did not say more.

Sara bit at her red lip and saw

Hank holding her hand. "Master Bishop... was I being... too fierce?" Before Hank could say anything, a laugh escaped from Bella.

"This little girl was indeed adorable. How could she call that fierce?" Hank thought to himself.

There was also a glint of smile in Hank's eyes, he leisurely played with her delicate hand and said, "Well, yes, you were quite fierce."

Sara had her head lowered. After a long while, she said softly, "I won't admit that I made a mistake."

Hank smiled. His eyes, which were always gloomy and silent, seemed to have filled with starlight. They were so dazzling that no one dared to look into them.

"You didn't do anything wrong today," Hank said. After a pause, he added coldly, "But you relented just now."

Sara glanced at Hank, then quickly lowered her head and whispered, "They... Although they were insulting me, it is unnecessary to have their tongues cut off."

Hank narrowed his eyes, he was intrigued. "Do you no longer fear me?" He asked.

Sara shivered slightly and replied, "...I'm still afraid."

Hank sneered, then asked, "Are you eagerly waiting for my death, so that you can be freed?"

Sara's round, wet eyes widened at his words, like a silly fawn in a forest. "I don't want Master Bishop to die early... Master Bishop has been very kind to me."

She wasn't lying. Hank, the man who had been comparable to a devil in the eyes of outsiders, treated her much better than how Yen did.

Hank's dark eyes looked at her moist lips. Her small lips were as attractive as rose petals, with dewdrops lingering on them.

He nipped at Sara's soft palm with his slender fingers and said, "Since I'm good to you, what should you call me?"

"... Sara's face flushed. She didn't understand why the man was so fond of being addressed in a senior manner. In general, people would only want to seem younger than they were. Take Yen as an example, he owned more skincare products than Sara did.

Under the watchful gaze of Hank's, Sara's face got redder. Her lips moved but no words came out.

Hank then squeezed two of her fingers with quite some strength.

Sara felt a stab of pain. her eyebrows furrowed. She finally compromised, "Uncle... it hurts."

Her voice was delicate and soft, making one's bones tingle upon hearing it. Bella quickly made a loud cough and thought, "No wonder Master Bishop is willing to keep her. It must be her voice that makes people especially wanting to protect her."

Hank finally let go of her hand and said, "Push me to the garden."

Sara hurriedly did as he had instructed.

The Bishop family's house was huge. The garden was beautiful and there were many rare flowers blooming. It was March, and as the spring breeze blew, Sara's hair fluttered, bringing along the refreshing fragrance from the flowers. She narrowed her eyes and enjoyed the moment. Suddenly, Hank asked, "Why did your father come looking for you today?" [

Sara paused for a while. For some reason, she didn't want Hank to know about those sickening things of the Bishop family. After a while, she answered, "They're here to visit me."

Hank scoffed at her reply.

As soon as Sara's heart lifted, her wrist was held the next second. With a sudden force, she screamed in surprise as she was dragged, her entire frame sat on Hank's lap.

Sara's cheek was pressed against Hank's firm and warm chest. She could hear his heartbeat, and feel his breath on the crown of her head.

The man nipped her chin with his lean fingers and forced her to raise her head. "Are you lying?"

Sara's cheeks burned up. She did not dare to look into Hank's eyes, and her long eyelashes quivered nonstop. "I... I..." She tried to speak.

"What is it?" Hank bend his head and whispered into her ear, "Why aren't you telling me the truth?"

Her pale and delicate earlobe was like a moist pearl, flushing a faint red, it was extremely attractive to behold. Perhaps noticing that his stare did not move away. Sara's entire body trembled slightly like a defensive little kitten.