Capítulo 337: Chapter 329
“Who did you cross?” Uncle Mason asked quietly, his eyes cautiously scanning the surroundings.
Emily Parker’s lips curved slightly, revealing a trace of a cold smile.
“Who knows?” She replied softly, “There are more than a few people who want me dead.”
The turmoil outside the small clinic
Emily stood in front of the medicine cabinet, gently caressing her swollen belly with her slender fingers.
She turned to Uncle Mason, her voice gentle, “Thanks to you for reacting quickly just now, otherwise the baby would have been frightened.”
Uncle Mason waved his big hand, his sleeve already washed to a faded white, “Wait here for now, I’ll be right back.”
With that, he strode out of the clinic, his back as straight as a pine.
Emily watched him leave, then pulled out her phone from her pocket to check the surveillance footage at the clinic’s entrance. As she clearly saw the familiar figures on screen, her pupils contracted suddenly, and her lips pressed into a cold, hard line.
Just then, a sudden mix of chaotic footsteps and pleas was heard from outside.
Emily looked up and saw Uncle Mason come in, dragging Charles Pond and Amelia Willow in with one hand each.
Charles’s tall body was like a powerless ragdoll in Uncle Mason’s iron grip, his expensive school uniform wrinkled and clinging to him.
Amelia, her eyes red, struggled desperately, her long hair in disarray, and the hem of her school uniform skirt covered in dust.
“It’s these two high schoolers who did it.”
Uncle Mason’s voice was low and powerful, his wrinkles deepened by anger.
“Old man, do you know who I am? Let go of me!”
Charles shouted with bravado and insecurity, sweat beading on his forehead, his expensive sneakers futilely scraping against the ground.
Amelia also screamed, her voice piercing, “You’re a pervert! I’m calling the police!”
Her hands flailed wildly in the air, the brand-name bracelet on her wrist jingling.
“Did you consider the police when you were smashing the glass?”
Uncle Mason sneered, his eyes creasing into deep wrinkles.
It turned out he had brought a few undercover bodyguards along when he left, but had them wait outside when he entered the clinic.
The bodyguards had already noticed the two high schoolers sneaking by the clinic’s side and picking up stones to smash the windows.
Amelia suddenly turned to Emily, cursing hysterically, “Emily Parker, you vixen! With a husband, you still flirt with my brother, causing him to face jail time!” Official source is novel⦿fire.net
She shouted hysterically, “I just wanted to scare you! Besides, I’m not even 18 yet; the police can’t do anything to me!”
“You’re not 18, but what about him?” Uncle Mason’s voice suddenly turned icy, lifting his foot to kick Charles hard in the knee.
“Ah!” Charles let out a pig-like scream as his kneecap hit the concrete floor heavily, making a dull sound that set teeth on edge.
He was sweating profusely from the pain, his pants immediately torn, yet he didn’t forget to threaten, “I am… I am the Pond Family’s eldest grandson! My parents won’t let you off!” His voice broken and intermittent from the pain.
Uncle Mason remained unfazed, quickly retrieving a leather wallet from Charles and pulling out his ID card—it clearly showed he was already 19.
Charles hastily fished out his phone, his trembling fingers barely able to hit the dial button, “Dad! Dad! I’ve been attacked! Hurry up and come—”
Emily gently interrupted, instinctively covering her belly under her white coat, “Leave this to me, please head back first.”
She didn’t want to involve her helpful but coincidentally encountered elder further. Watching Uncle Mason’s agile movements and upright posture, she secretly guessed that he might have been a soldier who had experienced the ravages of war in his youth.
Uncle Mason slowly shook his head, the gray at his temples glinting silver in the sunlight. He casually tossed Charles’s ID card, letting it do a spin in the air before it gently floated to the ground.
“I’m the one who hit them, so I should be the one to take responsibility.” His voice was low and powerful, carrying undeniable authority. As he moved, the sleeve of his dark blue work clothes slightly swayed, revealing an old scar on his wrist.
Sunlight streamed through the clinic’s glass windows, casting shadows of varying depths across his firm features. He slightly leaned forward, his bronze face approaching Charles, those weathered eyes glinting with danger.
“I want to see,” he said, emphasizing each word like a heavy hammer, “which parents dare to be presumptuous in front of me.”
Charles trembled under his gaze, the expensive sneakers scuffing out several messy marks on the ground. He instinctively shrank back but was immobile under Uncle Mason’s vice-like grip. The face that usually held pride was now ashen, sweat beading densely on his forehead.
Amelia beside him was frightened into silence, her meticulously manicured nails digging into her palms. She stole a glance at Emily, only to find her standing quietly to the side, her hands lightly protecting her belly under the white coat, her gaze unsettlingly calm.
The clinic was silent enough to only hear Charles’s rapid breaths.