Chapter 132: You Are Not Worthy of Being Called Father!

Lu Yao suddenly felt powerless. The real culprit, who deserved retribution, remained unscathed, while the innocent suffered a tragic death. Is there any justice left in this world?

Ye Zehong looked at Lu Yao’s sorrowful expression with pity and held her tighter, whispering softly into her ear, “Don’t be so easily frightened. I will stand by your side and together we will bring Ye Hua to justice.”

Leaning against him, Lu Yao choked back tears and said, “Until Ye Hua and the organization behind her are destroyed, I cannot retrieve my mother’s ashes from the police station. For over ten years, my mother’s ashes have been kept there, unable to be laid to rest.”

Ye Zehong’s body trembled. Words failed him, so he simply held her closer.

Perhaps it was time for him to do something for her.

It was also time to punish Ye Hua.

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While Lu Yao and Ye Zehong were still dealing with the matters of Xiao Qi and Sun Ying, Ye Yingtang called, demanding that they both return to the Ye family immediately.

As soon as they entered the living room, they saw Ye Yingtang glaring at Ye Hua with a murderous look.

Lu Yao was momentarily stunned, unsure why Ye Yingtang was so angry.

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Ye Zehong’s lips curved into a cold, knowing smile.

Seeing everyone gathered, Yang Lan stepped forward and slapped Ye Hua hard across the face.

Ye Hua dared not resist, enduring the sharp pain in silence.

Unsatisfied, Yang Lan slapped her again, this time with even greater force.

Blood seeped from the cracked corner of Ye Hua’s mouth. Gritting her teeth, she bore the pain, allowing Yang Lan to continue striking her.

Just as Yang Lan raised her hand for another slap, the silent Ye Yingtang spoke coldly, “Enough. No matter how many times you hit her, it won’t change her rebellious heart.”

Yang Lan shot Ye Hua a vicious glare.

Immediately, Ye Hua knelt before Ye Yingtang, clutching his pant leg, crying bitterly as she begged, “Father, I know I was wrong. I won’t dare do it again. Please forgive me this once. I promise I won’t do it again. Please, for the sake of being your own daughter, forgive me.”

“Your own daughter?” Ye Yingtang looked down at Ye Hua, whose eyes were red and pleading pitifully, and sneered with contempt. Without mercy, he kicked her aside and coldly retorted, “Do you deserve it?”

Ye Hua collapsed to the floor, tears forced from her eyes, feigning heartbreaking sorrow as she begged, “Father, please forgive me. I swear I truly won’t do it again.”

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“You don’t deserve to call me father!” Ye Yingtang’s hands trembled with rage, his face pale, his eyes burning with fury as his blood pressure soared. “You deliberately stirred trouble, pitting your mother against Zehong in the Ye Corporation parking lot, and secretly manipulated the media to expose it, ruining your mother’s reputation in the public eye. You didn’t even spare your own brother, nearly causing him to face imprisonment. You harm even your closest blood relatives. I have no daughter as vicious as you. The Ye family does not recognize a wicked child like you.”

As he spoke, Ye Yingtang grabbed the Ye family’s ancestral whip and mercilessly lashed it across Ye Hua’s body.

He poured all his fury into the whip, striking Ye Hua with all his strength.

With just one lash, Ye Hua’s clothes tore, flesh split open, and blood flowed.

Biting her lip, she dared not cry out in pain, her arms trembling as she supported herself on the ground.

According to Ye family rules, anyone who commits a grave offense must be punished by the clan’s code.

She tried to remain optimistic, thinking that after accepting Ye Yingtang’s punishment, her past misdeeds might finally be behind her.

(End of chapter)