Revenge Forged in Prison
Chapter 239: Let Her Stay With Me
Without any hint of sympathy, Caleb swung his whip once more. Casey cried out again, but compared to the last time, her voice was noticeably weaker. It was clear she was running out of strength. Following that came the third lash, then the fourth, and the fifth. By the eighth strike, Casey had lost the strength to cry out. Only a ragged, breathless wheeze slipped past her lips.
Miriam saw Caleb’s movement hesitate for a brief second, thinking he might finally relent. But in the next instant, he struck with even greater intensity. The whip snapped down, and Casey’s body jerked violently before she lost consciousness.
Miriam was growing bored and was about to dismiss the scene with a wave of her hand. But unexpectedly, Caleb’s whip came down once more, this time with even greater force. Casey had already lost consciousness, but the sharp crack of the whip tore through the air, shocking her back into awareness as pain ripped through her body. As she regained consciousness, her eyes landed on Caleb, the whip still in his grasp. An instinctive wave of resentment flickered through her gaze.
“It’s all because of him!” she thought. “The old woman didn’t even say anything, yet he suggested giving me ten lashes! If he were to fall into my hands, I would surely make him pay.”
Unfazed, Caleb met Casey’s glare head-on. In the end, she was the one to surrender first, fear creeping into her expression. Surrounded by ruthless figures, and with Caleb clearly among them, she knew she was hopelessly outmatched if it came to a fight. Casey closed her eyes, loosened her posture, and feigned unconsciousness.
Caleb returned the whip, then turned to Miriam and asked, “Mdm. Yardley, the woman has fainted. Should we throw her out?”
Miriam’s demeanor turned serious. “Absolutely not! She already knows too much. If I let her go, I’d be inviting disaster.”
Without hesitation, Caleb offered, “Then let her stay with me. She hates me, and I’ll keep her under watch. That should make things a bit more interesting.”
Miriam found the arrangement largely in line with her intentions, yet a flicker of hesitation remained. Could she truly trust Caleb—an outsider to the Yardley family—to coexist peacefully with someone who…
After some thought, she offered a different suggestion. “Let her stay with Chelsea. Chelsea has a pleasant nature, and they might just get along.” If they grew close, there’d be no risk of secrets slipping out. This was Miriam’s plan.
Caleb had no objections. “That works too. You should have the final say, Mdm. Yardley.” Miriam nodded in satisfaction. “Good work today. You can head home now. I’ll call you again when an opportunity arises.” Then, with a smile that did not reach her eyes, she added, “Remember, when I call for you, you must come. Don’t keep me waiting too long.”
Caleb’s expression remained unchanged. He obediently responded and then turned to leave. Miriam did not stop him; instead, she gestured for Perry to come over. “Give Chelsea a call, and let her know I need to see her about something.”
Perry promptly carried out the orders. About thirty-five minutes later, Chelsea arrived, fashionably late. “Mom, you wanted to see me?”
As soon as they met, she adorned her face with a warm, radiant smile and gently wrapped her arms around Miriam. Miriam’s gaze suddenly softened. “Yeah, let’s not talk about that for now. Did you have a proper breakfast this morning?”
“I did, but the food outside never tastes as good as home-cooked meals. Sharing a meal with you is always the most delightful,” Chelsea grumbled.