Chapter 4 Escape, Lillian!

In Lillian's home, Bob’s eldest son, Max, rushed out of the study upon hearing the intense argument in the living room. He saw that Bob, in a fit of rage, beating Lillian, whose mouth covered in blood. Max, driven by a sense of justice and his responsibility as a brother, stood in front of Lillian protectively.

"Dad! That's enough. Stop hitting Lillian. She already realizes her mistake. She's seriously injured. You can't hit her anymore," Max argued firmly.

"Are you trying to educate me now? Ridiculous!" Bob sneered, waving his hand and effortlessly pushing Max against the wall, eliciting a low groan from him.

"Be careful! Don't hurt Max!" Mary screamed.

Mary, who had been indifferent just moments ago, immediately reprimanded when witnessing her beloved son, Max, being pushed. Yet she seemed to forget that Lillian, with blood dripping from her mouth, was also her child.

Mary's blatant favoritism left Lillian in utter despair, and the searing pain returned with intensity. Bob's slaps landed on Lillian's face, legs, arms, and buttocks, leaving no part of her skin spared.

Perhaps finding this level of violence not satisfying enough, the brutal Bob even attempted to lift Lillian off the ground and slam her down heavily, as if a pizza maker was meticulously kneading and tossing his dough. After a cruel slam, Lillian felt like her bones were about to shatter, her internal organs displaced. She knew she couldn't endure another slam like that; another one might kill her instantly.

So, as Bob raised Lillian for the second time, intending to slam her down, Lillian fought back. With all her strength, she bit down on Bob's ear and tore at it repeatedly.

Bob, stunned by the sudden onset of pain, began to howl in agony. He screamed desperately, but his hearing grew increasingly muffled.

"It hurts! It hurts so much!"

Bob clutched one side of his head, ignoring Lillian. The searing sensation on his palm alerted him to a horrifying realization: his right ear was gone.

All that remained was a viscous mixture of blood and saliva.

At that moment, Lillian had Bob's right ear in her mouth.

Lillian spitted out the ear casually, looking at the wailing Bob with a cold expression. Suddenly, a voice came from behind her.

"Lillian, escape!"A warm hand reached out to Lillian, it was Max.

"Lillian, run!" Max shouted again, his booming voice snapping Lillian out of her daze. She reached out, grabbed Max's hand, and ran towards the door with him.

Since the first snowflake fell, a blizzard had been brewing. Now, the snowfall intensified.

Max ran with the injured Lillian through the snow. Seeing this, Mary hurried out, leaned on the door frame, and shouted, "Max, come back! The blizzard is coming! Come back!"

Seeing no sign of Max turning back, she tossed her beloved umbrella to him. The umbrella she once thought could only shield rain, not snow, proved insignificant in the face of Max's safety.

But Max, holding Lillian's hand, ran towards the snowstorm without looking back, leaving the umbrella to fall on the thick snow, buried and forgotten as the snowfall grew heavier.