Chapter 97: Chapter 97: Lesson Learnt
"Hubby, I understand your concerns for our child! Give me the stick first!"
The middle-aged woman stepped forward, her voice calm but turning submissive from her earlier arrogant tone.
Rajan narrowed his eyes at her his tone turning sharp once again. "What? You still want to plead for this rebellious son of yours?"
But the woman quickly shook her head. "No, Husband I will not—not today."
Rajan studied her for a moment, then finally handed her the stick to see what she is planning to do to save his son today.
"Wuuu..."
Meanwhile the naughty boy whose face are completely streaked with tears immediately looked up at her with hope.
"Mom, you’re the best mom!
Only you can protect me. I will listen to you from now on. I love you the most!"
He tried desperately to win her favor, believing she had stepped in to shield him just like always.
But before he can be happy for long —
And before Alex and the stunned onlookers could react, the woman raised the stick high and brought it down with a crack across her son’s backside once again!
The blow was even more savage than Rajan’s brutal first strike.
The child’s eyes immediately went wide in disbelief.
What?
What? Didn’t she say she would always protect me?
What’s happening? Why is she... hitting me too?!
In the mid thought the searing pain exploded across his skin once more as the second strike came soon, forcing a guttural scream out of him once again.
"Waaaah!"
It was truly unfortunate for him today, if he had known that this would have happened today he would not have acted naughty today.
It was misery beyond words for him today.
First he was beaten half to death by his father, and now betrayed and is being lashed by his own very mother once again.
Today truly was the cruelest day of his innocent life.
He is already regretting why didn’t he checked the almanac today before coming out, atleast I would have mentally prepared myself earlier.
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"Hahaha! Ah, what a good show to watch, I’m dying of laughter.
"Even the TV shows didn’t show it anymore like this."
"I thought this middle-aged woman was going to protect the naughty kid seeing her taking the stick from her husbands arms, but I did not expect her to actually beat him instead what a turn around ."
"Yes, I should have guessed earlier she is clearly terrified of her husband giving her a divorce.
And now she has to follow his lead to beat the child just to please his husband what a scheming woman."
"Hey, leave that look at that brat getting thrashed. It’s really fun to watch whatever the reason."
"..."
The passersby watching the show nearby were all laughing and joking when they saw this scene, and even Alex couldn’t help but feel entertained as he watched, enjoying the drama with relish.
If he hadn’t felt that it might be wrong, he would have bought popcorns to watch the show.
It was not everyday that there is a such a good show to watch.
In the midst of this Rajan standing on the side he was a little confused by the sudden change in her, because he couldn’t understand what was wrong with his wife today.
In the past, she would never let him raise a hand against the child, no matter how bad the kid misbehaved, how many things he will break.
She would always give in to the boy’s demands every time, which was the only reason that had made the brat more lawless and spoiled with time.
But now, all of a sudden, she had completely changed her attitude towards her son which felt odd to him in many ways.
Was she truly this terrified of getting divorce?
"Bang!
Bang!
Bang!"
The middle-aged woman kept swinging the stick back and forth, hitting the boy again and again, each strike heavier than the last, and far more ruthless than Rajan’s own blows.
"Wuwuwu... Mom, please, please Mom do not hit me anymore, I know I was wrong, I was really wrong,
I swear I will never scratch anyone’s car again, I will change myself, I promise I will change in the future!"
The naughty child cried and knelt on the ground, began begging pitifully for mercy, but it was clear that this time the brutal beating from both parents had truly scared him.
The middle-aged woman’s voice was steady as she spoke to her husband.
"You are right.
This naughty child must be disciplined as early as possible, otherwise when he grows up and enters society he will only cause trouble and harm others.
I finally understand that when children make mistakes, we cannot spoil them, we must beat them and Instill some sense into them."
She really had figured it out.
No, not about that she is wrong in raising her child like that but instead once she thought about divorce, she realized how hard life would be on her own.
And so for the sake of her future she could only choose to let the child suffer instead of herself.
"I was wrong Mom, I apologize to you Father, I will kneel if I must let me go!"
The boy’s backside was swollen beyond recognition from the beating, his cries had turned hoarse shouting, and his whole body trembled as he admitted defeat repeatedly.
Today he is truly terrified this time.
In the past, he relied on his parents’ protection to do whatever he pleased without restraint.
But now everything had changed in blink of an eye as his father began to beat him when he talked back.
And even his mother who had always sworn to shield him, was doing the same to him.
At this rate, he felt that if things continued like this anymore, he might not even survive today if he didn’t change his ways soon.
So he began doing what he can do today— Begging for mercy.