Chapter 811
“Barbara, what Corey is doing isn’t self–harm. Everything he’s doing now is my way of punishing Sheila. He’s taking on Sheila’s punishment for her, trying to tell me, in his own way, to let Sheila go.”
Barbara was caught off guard by Sheena’s perspective.
“Sheena, Corey hasn’t mentioned Sheila since that return banquet. He’s atoning for you.”
Sheena fell silent for a long time.
In the background, she could hear Corey’s weak, hoarse recitation from the altar room. She gently opened the door and saw Corey’s scarred back. For a brief moment, her heart softened at the sight of the crisscrossing bloodstains.
However, it lasted only a few seconds.
After pondering for a while, she smirked, her eyes icy.
“He does need to atone. Since he’s punishing himself, let him be. He feels guilty and won’t find peace until he clears his conscience.”
With tears welling in her eyes, Barbara whispered sorrowfully, “But Sheena, he’s whipping himself twenty lashes every day with a horsewhip! At this rate, he’ll definitely collapse from all the suffering!”
Sheena considered Barbara’s words carefully.
Corey had hurt her deeply, but ultimately, it was Sheila’s actions.
Corey’s biggest fault was knowing the truth and doing nothing about it.
Hence, he did not deserve to be her brother anymore.
Moreover, Sheena always settled scores decisively, never being biased or wronging anyone.
She spoke decisively, “Tell him there’s no need for this masochistic display to gain my forgiveness. If he truly wants to atone, let him read the scriptures every day. I won’t have anyone watching him. If he’s willing to read, fine. If not, so be it. Whether I forgive him or not depends on his actions in redeeming himself.”
With those stern words, she turned and walked away, devoid of any lingering emotions.
Barbara watched Sheena leave, sighed, and then entered the altar room.
She squatted behind Corey, examining his wounds.
Corey’s white shirt was torn by the lashes. After receiving forty lashes over two days, he had crisscrossing wounds on his skin.
Her heart ached, and she reached out but hesitated, afraid of causing him more pain.
In these past few days, she had shed almost a lifetime’s worth of tears.
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“Dear, you’re badly injured and still running a fever. Why don’t you skip reading tonight and focus on medication? You can start reading again tomorrow,” Barbara suggested.
However, Corey remained silent, completely engrossed in reading the scriptures.
Unable to persuade him, Barbara could only silently accompany him, stifling her sobs.
In the countryside, Sheila fainted again.
Days of torment had left her physically and mentally exhausted, causing her to lose weight.
Margaret took Paul and John for dinner, leaving Kye to sneak into Sheila’s room to check on her
condition.
This morning, Sheila had smiled at him, a smile so warm and beautiful it had stayed with him. He could not believe that such a pitiful and innocent–looking girl could be the monster his mother described.
So, he decided to ask her himself.
He tiptoed into Sheila’s room, embarrassedly scratching his head, and giving a silly grin. “I just wanted to see how you’re doing, if you needed a doctor or something.”
Sheila’s voice was hoarse, unable to speak from a distance, so she deliberately waved at him.
Kye felt like he was under a spell as he approached her.
When he got closer, Sheila immediately grabbed his hand and placed it on her neck, whispering hoarsely, “You can help me by ending my life!”
“You’re so young! You should live your life to the fullest!”
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