Dad! Dad! I was wrong!
In the living room, Adrian was being dragged out by two burly men in suits, his cries echoing through the house.
I really know I messed up this time, I promise I’ll do better next time! Just give me one more chance! Please don’t send me to Grandpa’s, I’m begging you! Dad! Dad!
Dangling in the air, his limbs flailed as he struggled, but he was quickly restrained.
Lysander stood on the staircase, looking down with an impassive gaze.
This is already your second chance. If you can’t get it right, there are consequences. Adrian, not everything comes with a second chance.
Panic seized Adrian’s heart as a realization dawned on him. He shouted, Mom! I want to see Mom! I’m not leaving, I want to see my mom!
Take him away.
Lysander ordered coldly, Give my regards to the old man.
The bodyguards nodded and carried the young master out, his cries and screams trailing down the hallway until they were cut off by the closing car door.
A black car drove out of Crimson Gardens.
…
Leonard stood behind Lysander, observing everything.
He asked, The old man knows what’s going on. Young Adrian is going to have a tough time over there. Are you sure about this?
Lysander smiled, He’s been getting too comfortable lately; it’s time he learns a lesson.
Leonard said no more.
Harper, her eyes red, came over after tidying up the chaos in the living room. Sir, I’m sorry. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have let Madam be alone with those people.
Lysander waved it off.
No worries. Just make sure there’s plenty of nourishing soup to send to the hospital regularly.
After giving a few simple instructions, he walked out and got into the car.
Before starting the engine, Leonard handed over a tablet with some prepared information. Here’s the dossier on Charlotte.
The door to the room opened, and Leonard entered.
The evidence of Madam’s injury was documented with photographs during her admission and treatment.
Lysander nodded slightly, rising to his feet. Come with me. Leave a few people to watch over her.
They descended to another room in the hospital.
…
Hugo had a small cut on his head too.
But since Mila had been dizzy at the time, her strength was weak, and the blow wasn’t severe, so his injury wasn’t serious.
Despite this, he’d never experienced such hardship before. The sight of blood made his legs go weak, and he fainted on the spot. He hadn’t regained consciousness since the stitches.
Charlotte sat by his bedside, looking at him with disdain. Pathetic.
The door to the room suddenly opened. She turned her head, her eyes lighting up as two tall, handsome men stepped in.