Chapter 209 The Whip

In the room, Grandma was leaning back in her chair with a pale face, obviously irritated and just recovered from the shock. And Suzanne, who had come out of the police station at some point, sat on the side of the bed, crying and wiping tears from her eyes. Jermaine's leg was not yet healed. He was sitting in a wheelchair with a sullen face as if he was holding back his anger and was about to fly into a rage in a moment. Selene was lying on the bed, her face black and blue. Her neck was not covered with the quilt and conspicuous hickeys could be seen on it. She stared blankly at the ceiling as if she had lost her soul. Juliana said with a frown, "Grandma, I..." Before Juliana could finish her sentence, Jermaine grabbed something in his hand and threw it over. It was a glass. Juliana looked at it and dodged it. The glass fell to the ground and the pieces were scattered all over the place. Jermaine looked up and stared at Juliana with fire in his eyes as he yelled at her, "How