However, Yvette did not feel any pain. It was as if she was covered by a shield.
Yvette imdiately raised her head.
Lance rushed over and took the smash!
Afraid of pressing her, Lance propped himself up with his elbows against the ground. Due to the friction, his skin was bleeding.
Then, he stood up, and terrifying viciousness surged in his dark narrow eyes.
"Thump!"
The servant holding the stick was kicked away.
The other two also had one kick each!
"Argh..."
Imdiately, the three people were kicked away, screaming.
Their voices were so shrill that everyone present held their breath. They dared not make a sound.
In the next mont...
Lance pulled Yvette up, took out the rag in her mouth, and held her in his arms.
He pressed the tip of his tongue against his cheek, ignored the pain in the back of his head, and lowered his head to mock her, "Can you only be tough in front of ?"
She hit him, kicked him, and bit him.
No one dared to do such things to him, but she did them all.
But in front of others, she was just a pushover who couldn’t fight back at all...
She was certain that he wouldn’t do anything to her.
Yvette listened to his ridicule and cald down. She sobbed a little.
No one knew how desperate she was just now. She thought that she would lose her baby.
She thought that no one would co to save her.
However, the person who ca was him.
How could it be him? Why?
Yvette had decided not to have feelings for him anymore.
However, she was still touched.
He protected her and their baby.
Seeing Yvette’s tear-stained face, Lance felt as if his heart was stirred up.
He loosened his grip on her waist and carefully sized her up. He said with a little anxiety.
"Are you injured?"
Yvette’s mind was now blank, and she could not control her emotions at all. She couldn’t stop crying as she trembled.
Seeing her crying so fiercely, Lance beca impatient. "Where did you hurt?"
Yvette didn’t feel any physical pain, but she felt her heart in extre pain.
The grievances that had been suppressed for the past few days were let out at this mont when her life was in danger.
He did not believe her and slandered her, but he saved her at the most desperate mont.
"Why is it you..." Yvette asked, sobbing.
Lance narrowed his eyes. He wanted to ask Yvette why he couldn’t be here.
Who was she waiting for? Her senior?
However, when Lance saw her wrinkled and tearful face, he put up with it and tightened his grip.
"Only I can bully you!" he said coldly with his brows furrowed.
That sentence was displeasing, but it was warm when Yvette heard it.
Yvette cried even harder. She threw herself into Lance’s arms and held his waist firmly.
She would subconsciously do this after being wronged for comfort.
Lance was shocked by the hug.
The quarrel and suspicion from the past few days seed to have been turned into nothingness by this hug.
Lance let Yvette hold him, but a thought ca to his mind.
As long as she was willing to stay by his side, he might turn the page and not care who she liked before...
At this ti, Emilie made a sound.
"Lance, you don’t know that this bitch..."
Lance shot daggers at her, and Emilie changed her words, "Yvette broke Grandma’s favorite vase, and she even made out with soone at the banquet. Look at her dress, it’s torn. She’s so shaless!"
Yvette was still curled up in Lance’s arms. She had recovered a lot, and she would not take the bla.
Yvette pointed at the servant on the ground and said, "She kicked , so I bent my leg..."
Before Yvette could finish speaking, Lance grabbed her face.
Lance looked down. Yvette had a bruise on her forehead and a red fingerprint on her delicate face.
His pupils contracted, and his tone beca cold and ruthless. "Who did this?"
Yvette was caught off guard by the question and looked up at Lance. She seed to sense a sign of heartache in his eyes.
She felt that she must have suffered from anemia again and even had an illusion.
Having no ti to think about anything else, Yvette reached out and pointed at Emilie.
Lance coldly looked over, and Emilie could not help but tremble.
Emilie said, "Lance, she showed no respect to the elders and was so shaless. I just taught her a lesson on your behalf."
After saying that, Emilie leaned toward her grandmother.
"Really?" Lance spoke flatly with complicated emotions in his eyes. "In that case, should I thank you for helping discipline her?"
Emilie felt relieved. She knew that Lance would never be strict with her for a woman who was not worth ntioning.
Moreover, Emilie had her grandmother as her supporter.
Lance had a scary smile as he said, "Alright, let’s solve the problems one by one."
Before Emilie could understand what Lance ant, Lance looked at the servants on the ground and coldly ordered, "Break all of their arms."
He said this calmly, but it sounded so horrifying.
The bodyguards who were outside the door heard it and imdiately ca in. He grabbed the arms of the servants on the ground and bent them by force.
What followed was a sound similar to breaking tree branches.
"Ouch!"
The servants’ shrill screams filled the room.
Even Yvette could not help but look away from this horrible scene.
However, she did not pity them. These servants looked sinister and cunning. No one knew how many people they had hard for Veronica. They asked for this.
"You...!" Veronica slamd the table.
She was so angry that she could not speak. She suddenly coughed.
The bodyguards had dragged the servants out.
Lance did not care about Veronica’s attitude at all and looked straight at Emilie.
With just one glance, the atmosphere beca oppressive.
Only then did Emilie understand what Lance ant!
She would be the next!
He was crazy!
Emilie clung to Veronica. No matter how unscrupulous Lance was, he would not hurt Veronica, right?
If Lance did that and word got out, it would be a disgrace to him.
At this ti, Veronica stopped coughing. Her face turned ashen and she looked so bad.
Veronica was here, yet Lance crippled her servants, and he even wanted to hurt Emilie.
Lance was way too savage!
Veronica said sternly, "Lance, she is your cousin!"
"You are right."
Lance did not refute Veronica.
Veronica felt a little relieved and was about to continue the reprimand.
Lance’s dark eyes were cold as he spoke indifferently.
"So, do you want to break your arms or slap yourself?"
He was rciful enough to give Emilie a chance to choose.
Otherwise, she would end up like those servants.
Emilie was shocked.
She was so scared that she grabbed Veronica’s arm tightly and sobbed, "Grandma, save !"
Veronica was so angry that she almost fainted.
She threw a teacup at Lance, "You monster! Where’s your respect for seniors?"
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