Chapitre 245: Something Where Success is Scarce but Failure is Plentiful

Kneeling on the ground, Henry Quinn and Hunter Quinn were too frightened to utter a word.

Cynthia said, "Grandfather, this time it's my fault for keeping Uncle and Uncle in the dark. If you want to punish someone, punish me."

She handed the paddle to Old Mr. Quinn, gesturing for him to hit her.

"Nonsense!" Old Mr. Quinn's face darkened, feeling that the ruler in front of him was extremely ominous. Without a second thought, he threw it away.

Cynthia squatted down, obediently resting on Old Mr. Quinn's legs. "Grandfather, don't be angry."

"But you're a girl. How can you endure such malicious slander?" Old Mr. Quinn's words carried a hint of lingering anger.

At his words, Cynthia's pupils trembled slightly, feeling warmth flooding her heart. This feeling of being inexplicably trusted by her family was like having a powerful army for an instant, giving her the courage to stand against the world.