novelraw Chapter 745: That was her giving face to the crabapple flower
Chapter 745: That was her giving face to the crabapple flower
"Ah!"Cherry Lewis screamed miserably.
The cactus spines, densely punctured her skin, not a drop of blood flowed, yet the pain was more unbearable than a cut!
She grabbed a stone intending to throw it at Isabella Weaver, but considering Harry Hunter was watching beside her, she could only forcefully endure, her hand gripping the pebble bulged with veins, her nails broke without her noticing.
Harry Hunter had already strode over, seeing Isabella Weaver covered in filth, her forehead heavily swollen, his anger uncontrollable, his voice colder than ever: "Good! Very good! Planning to kill my wife while I’m not home, do you think I’m dead?!"
He reached out to pull Isabella Weaver from behind Grace Watt to carry her away, but as soon as his hand touched her clothes, she avoided him, not letting him touch her at all!
Harry Hunter could only retract his hand, his rage intensified: "David, fire all the servants and bodyguards who threw stones at the Young Madam earlier! Sue them all, bankrupt them completely!"
"Yes!"
David responded, calling people to clean up the mess.
The group of servants and bodyguards were terrified, kneeling down to plead for mercy.
The old lady felt guilty upon seeing her grandson return, but he didn’t even glance at her, he was only concerned about Isabella Weaver, and wanted to dismiss her people!
She immediately yelled: "Harry Hunter, is this how you honor your grandmother? Look at my face, smashed by that wretched girl, she should be jailed!"
Harry Hunter’s gaze was extremely cold: "I said before, don’t touch her! Are you forcing me to make you disappear from this world?!"
The old lady was frightened by his harshness, stepping back two steps, unable to speak properly: "You you you... beast! You’re crazy, who do you want to disappear?"
"Sick of good days, want to see hell, I can send you, and you, together!"
Harry Hunter’s sharp gaze fell on Cherry Lewis: "The Hunter Family’s ancestral home, outside the wall all are your Lewis Family’s bodyguards! Surrounding us so tightly, what do you want? Afraid my people will come in, afraid Isabella will go out?"
Cherry Lewis’s tears kept falling, she clearly saw Isabella Weaver’s rejection of Harry Hunter earlier, thinking this was a perfect opportunity!
"Brother Harry, you’ve misunderstood me! They are here to protect me, ever since my father had trouble, grandma feared I’d have troubles too, so she assigned me many bodyguards, this absolutely isn’t against Miss Weaver!"
She stepped forward two steps, face full of tears, said: "We also don’t want to be enemies with Miss Weaver, but she’s really disrespectful to grandma, look at that weeping crabapple, grandma nurtured it for so many years, it’s so beautiful, yet Miss Weaver ripped it all off, she even cursed grandma to die early, she’s really not a good match for you, she’s always deceiving you! Wake up!"
Harry Hunter turned to look at the crabapple flower, Cherry Lewis immediately stepped forward, wanting to take the opportunity to hug Harry Hunter’s arm.
But Harry Hunter, extremely alert, before his head fully turned back, his foot raised up and kicked her away.
He coldly spoke: "Just a lousy crabapple, Isabella likes to rip it, that’s giving face to the crabapple! David!"
"Here, Young Master!"
"Go and rip all the flowers in the Garden Estate, lay them on the ground, for the Young Madam to step on!"
"Yes!"
David made another phone call, moments later ten people poured in and started ripping flowers.
The old lady almost fainted from anger!
Her face, pierced painfully by cactus spines, her heart stabbed even more painfully by her grandson!