Margaret might have been an older woman but she had maintained herself with such grace and poise that she did not look her age at all. Jonathan was scared of her because of the whip that she was holding in her hands. It was not a normal whip of leather either. It was whip which had metal barbs at the end it would easily lick the skin with such immense pain that it would take off flaps of skin with it when pulled back.
That horrified Jonathan so much that he could not even think of his position in that house and he went into defensive mode. Tiara was looking at him with interest and Margaret was carefully analysing his behaviour with a cold a shrewd gaze.
“Is this the reason that you were so loving and caring towards me? Is that why you said that I deserve a reward and I have been a bad
