The Great Medical Saint

Matthew smacked his lips. "What does being a woman have to do with it? If someone messes up, they should face the consequences."

Sara cried and said, "I-I didn't mean I shouldn't face the consequences. Otherwise, you can give me a good spanking like last time. A few more hits are fine. Just please don't kill me."

He remembered Rachel's plea not to kill anyone. His bloodthirsty rage subsided, but his anger still smoldered. Since Sara had offered to take a spanking, he wouldn't hold back. "Stick it up!" Sara felt an unexpected sense of relief upon hearing that. She had narrowly escaped a worse fate and, with a mix of fear and resignation, turned around and presented herself for the spanking. She bit her red lips and said, "G-Go ahead. Spank me."

Matthew's hand came down hard with a sharp smack. The smack on her backside was sharp and crisp.

As the sting set in, Sara bit her lip and let out a muffled, pained whimper.

He was satisfied by the firm, resilient feedback of his hand against her skin, but his gaze quickly turned icy. He swung his hand down again and delivered another hard smack.

She groaned again. His hand came down like a hailstorm. Each strike landed with a sharp slap as she cried out in a series of pained gasps.

Rachel had seen Matthew chasing after Sara and had tried to follow, but she was lagging behind. After just a few flights of stairs, she was already gasping for breath. When she reached the stairwell, she heard a strange, unsettling noise from the rooftop.

Suddenly, a resonant, disorienting moan echoed from the rooftop. It was like a thunderclap that seemed to awaken everything-making old cats meow, donkey bray, dead tree buds, and all things come back to life.

Her legs turned to jelly, and she gripped the wall for support. The sounds from the rooftop grew louder and more intense. The sharp, cracking noises were deafening, and Sara's moans became more frantic and desperate.

Rachel had no idea what was

happening on the rooftop. Desperate

to see what was happening, she tried to move forward, but her legs felt jelly. As she gripped the wall for support, she pressed her legs together, and her mouth was agape as she gasped for air.

Then, Matthew's voice echoed. "Apologize now and admit you were wrong."

Moments later, a series of sharp slapping sounds followed.

Sara's voice cried out in pain. "Ouch, I get it. I'm sorry. Just... take it easy..."

Rachel's mind was in turmoil. Matthew and Sara were up there, and it sounded like he was using an extreme and unconventional method to punish Sara.

Rachel felt like needles were piercing her heart. She had always known he was a scoundrel with a roving eye.

But to see him act on those desires in such a way was more than she could bear. Overwhelmed, she was engulfed by a flood of memories and regrets.noveldrama

From their awkward first meeting to the tense moments at the banquet,

When they had returned to

her feelings for Matthew haa

Khoitwood, he had helped her

secure her position as president of Wealthwave Group and solved issues back in Lambda City.

Just a few days ago, Matthew had rescued her from Sheldon. On their way home in a secluded valley, they had been wildly passionate in the car. At that moment, Rachel had resolved to give her heart to him.

But the cries of pain from Sara kept echoing in her ears. Rachel stumbled down the stairs in a daze. After just a few steps, her legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the staircase.

She didn't know how much time had passed when she heard footsteps from above. Then, she looked up and saw Sara clutching her torn clothes to her chest as she frantically rushed down the stairs.

When Sara walked past, she accidentally brushed against Rachel. In that fleeting moment, Rachel caught a glimpse of Sara's tear-streaked face and smooth, exposed back.

After a while, Matthew's voice came from behind her. "Hey, why are you sitting there? Let me help you up."