Chapter 649

Suddenly, a courtyard gate burst open with a crash, and a disheveled woman came tumbling out. Hot on her heels was an elderly man brandishing a wooden stick, his face twisted with rage. Ignoring the woman’s desperate wails as she lay on the ground, he rained down blows upon her without mercy. The woman writhed in the dirt, sobbing and pleading, but her cries fell on deaf ears. Alice and Agatha, witnessing the scene, both furrowed their brows in disgust. "That bastard Nate is getting worse by the day," Alice muttered, her voice icy. "If this keeps up, Wendy won’t survive his beatings much longer." "Still, she brought it upon herself," Agatha replied, though a flicker of pity crossed her face. But when she glanced back into the courtyard, that pity quickly twisted into revulsion. The yard wasn’t empty—Jerry and his new wife, Venice, were standing right there. Yes, just two months ago, Venice had been released from prison, her sentence light due to the minor nature of her crimes. Her face