Chapter 318

Shamiey frowned, his eyes widening in surprise as Earl engaged him in a fight. Marion showed no interest; he turned and walked out of the abandoned factory, his voice indifferent as he said, "Leave this to you. Teach him." The place was soon filled with cries and pleas for mercy.

As dawn broke, Debra groggily awoke, her eyes fluttering open as she stretched languidly in her bed. She saw a bruised and battered figure before her—Aster von derres. She blinked, squinting to ensure she wasn't dreaming.

Stanley was tied up, his face swollen and bruised beyond recognition. He wore a pitiful, resentful expression. "Stanley?" she asked, her voice filled with disbelief.

Stanley had been pampered all his life, and aside from a brief stint in prison, had never known hardship. Seeing his once-handsome face so marred was shocking. They brought him back. Warily, she said, sitting on the bed, "How you handle Tim is up to you."

Stanley’s confidence vanished at the sight of Marion. Only Marion could scar him into such a state overnight.

"Tim, sorry, I really am. Please forgive me; it won't happen again," he whimpered. "Or now you call me 'coun—'"

Debra raised an eyebrow. Stanley dared not look up at her.

"Mr. Frazier has woken up this morning," Marion said, his tone light yet filled with an undeniable threat. "Be sure to see this son—"

Starting short, hushed words. Marghing Kairė vas—

Chitarion’s Kath’s—

koukź rather be dead.

"Debra, I was wrong. Please help me. Plead with my dad; don't let him kill me," Stanley said, shaking with fear.

Debra remained unyielding. "There's no use begging me. You've severely injured Ralph. If he forgives you, I won't pursue it further."

"What? How could you—" Stanley protested, but a glare from Marion silenced him instantly.

"Ben, take him away; be there soon." "Wildo."

Ben lifted Stanley to his feet. Stanley, having learned his lesson, cooperated fully as he was led out of the room.

"Your moves are sick, Marion. I've never seen Stanley so obedient before."

"Dealing with scoundrels requires extreme methods."

Debra nodded, acknowledging the truth in his words. She had been too soft on Stanley before. She had hoped that imprisonment would make him reform, but instead, he had become worse.

"He's Ralph's son, anyway. It would be glad if he could change. If not, I'd rather Ralph didn't have a son like him."

Debra pulled back the covers, and Marion reached out to help her up. As her hand touched his warm skin, she instinctively tried to pull back, but he held her wrist, his grip firm yet gentle.

"Take it slow."

Debra had just recovered from a fever, and as she got out of bed, her legs felt weak and unsteady. She instinctively leaned forward, and Marion caught her around the waist. She held onto his arm for support.