Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 1229

Both Clyde and Abraham were the first to voice their support, eager to distance themselves from the brewing storm.

"N-No way. These matters have nothing to do with me. I only learned of the cruelty of this father-son duo today, and Elliot's handling of the situation is absolutely just. I support it!"

"Absolutely, I support it too. These scumbags committed such horrors against their own family! Elliot's actions are justified!"

With Clyde and Abraham taking the lead in support, other elders also echoed the sentiment.

Lionel graciously consulted everyone present, and once it was clear that there were no dissenting voices, he proceeded with the next steps.

He glanced at Ford, stationed outside the altar room, then addressed all the assembled family members inside.

"Mr. Jenkins's decision is as follows: due to Peter's heinous actions, he will be disciplined according to family law. He will receive twenty lashes in public. Then, Mr. Abraham and Mr. Clyde will assist with striking out Peter and Stanley's name from the family records, expelling the father-son duo from the Jenkins family."

Two minutes later, Ford guided two officers escorting Peter into the altar room.

It had been a long time since anyone had seen Peter, and his appearance shocked the entire Jenkins family.

Despite Elliot arranging for him to be dressed in clean attire, Peter looked much older as his face was wrinkled, with almost half his hair turned grey.

Peter had been subjected to mistreatment in the shared cell, bruises hidden beneath his suit and shoes.

As he was led into the altar room by the officers, the clinking of his handcuffs and shackles echoed through the silence.

Every eye in the room was fixed on him, and their gazes varied. Some watched with amusement, others with satisfaction, while some simply glared at him.

Feeling the weight of their hostile stares, Peter could not help but lower his head, hiding the wrinkles of age around his eyes.

The unfriendly glances seemed to prick him all over, making him increasingly uncomfortable.

Silently, he walked to the center of the altar room.

Elliot did not provide Peter with a cushion, so he was forced to kneel on the cold marble floor, his shoulders pressed down by force.

Grant went to fetch the punishment whip, stored in a beautifully carved box.

Lionel stood nearby, issuing a cold command, "Peter, strip off your shirt and accept twenty lashes as punishment."

Peter was taken aback.