Chapter 1885

Matthew shook his head. "I was planning to rough her up... but honestly, that would've been letting her off easy." Rachel's heart skipped a beat. Letting her off easy? That meant whatever he did was even worse than a beating. She grew more anxious, and she asked, "If you didn't hit her, then how did you punish her?" Her imagination spiraled out of control—Matthew slapping Tracy across the face until her hair was a mess and blood dripped from the corner of her lips, or maybe he whipped her with a belt, strike after strike, leaving bloody welts. Perhaps he chose to punch and kick her mercilessly. The more Rachel thought about it, the more horrifying it became. Matthew said calmly, "You don't need to know what I did. Just know she'll never dare pull that kind of stunt on me again." Rachel was stunned. Her worry for Tracy began to rise fast. "Matthew, I'm going up to check on her. Just to make sure she's okay. Maybe she needs a doctor... You should go home first." She waved her hand