Chapter 429: Chapter 429: Who Did It?
Howard Yeats shouted angrily, "If he dares to hit my little sister-in-law, I’ll break both his legs."
"You’re so tough, go break them then! Why come to me?"
Ivana Monroe rolled her eyes at Howard Yeats. She honestly hoped Howard Yeats would break Samuel Lockwood’s legs, so that scumbag would become a cripple and his life would settle down.
Even if his mother found women for him, that scumbag wouldn’t be of any use.
A cripple lying in bed, being intimate with a woman, isn’t that humiliation?
"I..." Howard Yeats felt a blockage in his chest. He wanted to break them! But then what? Would Ivy forgive him? She would probably hate him forever!
He wanted Ivy Linden to fall in love with him, but he didn’t want her to hate him.
Suddenly.
Howard Yeats’s phone rang.
Howard Yeats answered the call, his face turning abruptly: "Damn old woman, I’m coming over now."
Ivana Monroe: "..."
He hung up the phone.
Howard Yeats looked anxious, turned to leave, then came back and grabbed Ivana Monroe’s hand: "Come with me."
Ivana Monroe was startled. What’s wrong with this guy? Why is he grabbing her?
Ivana Monroe forcefully slapped his hand: "What are you doing? Let me go."
Howard Yeats said, "Something happened to Ivy."
Ivana Monroe stopped in her tracks, her face turning slightly pale, as she was pulled away by Howard Yeats.
Settling into Howard Yeats’s car.
Ivana Monroe reacted, asking urgently: "What’s wrong with Ivy? Howard Yeats, explain clearly."
Howard Yeats stepped on the gas, speeding out of Ivana Monroe’s villa, switching into race mode.
"The old lady of the Lockwood family took Wendy Quinn to the hospital, cursing Ivy Linden as a jinx, forcing her to leave Samuel and make room for Wendy."
Howard Yeats’s face was dark with rage; he’d seen shameless people, but never someone as shameless as the Lockwood family.
Absolutely outrageous!
Ivana Monroe was fuming, her chest heaving nonstop!
Normally, if Howard Yeats drove this fast, Ivana Monroe would definitely be afraid, but right now she felt no fear. Her only feeling was that it wasn’t fast enough!
Arriving at the hospital.
Ivana Monroe and Howard Yeats ran into the outpatient department, seeing a crowd gathered, with the voice of Samuel’s mother shouting insults inside.
"Ivy Linden, you little wench, you got my son beaten like this and still want to stay with the Lockwood family? I’m telling you, impossible, get out, get out of the Lockwood family for good."
Upon hearing Samuel’s mother’s voice, Ivana Monroe felt a sharp pain in her heart and ran towards the crowded area.
Howard Yeats ran faster than Ivana Monroe, suddenly pushing through the crowd, and seeing Ivy Linden fell on the ground, he was furious, bending down to help her up.
Seeing this, Samuel’s mother exploited the situation: "Oh dear, who is this man? Ivy Linden... I really underestimated you, putting such a huge green hat on my son’s head!"
The onlookers began pointing fingers at Ivy Linden.
"Really shameless, I thought the mother-in-law brought a mistress to force the wife to relinquish her place, turns out the original wife has a man outside too, so this couple is each playing their own game."
"Honestly, I can accept a man playing outside, but a woman messing around outside, I really can’t accept, too lowly."
"Exactly! Men doing big things have social engagements outside, that’s all acting for the occasion, while women use men’s money and give their husbands a green hat outside, that’s totally a Pan Jinlian behavior."
"..."
The crowd spoke harshly, seeming to target Ivy Linden.
"Shut up." Howard Yeats shouted sternly at the gossiping crowd.
Some were scared into silence, while others continued whispering.
"Who are you? Let go of my wife." Samuel Lockwood approached, seeing Howard Yeats supporting Ivy Linden, he was very displeased, feeling as if his wife had been touched by another man.
"Your wife?" Howard Yeats clenched his fingers; if he wasn’t supporting Ivy Linden, he’d have punched Samuel Lockwood in the face right now: "You still know she’s your wife? Your mother and your mistress humiliate her like this in public, bully her, have you fulfilled your duty as a husband?"
Samuel Lockwood’s face flushed black: "My family matters are none of your business."
Howard Yeats sneered coldly: "None of my business? Ha... Today I’m definitely making it my business."
Samuel Lockwood’s eyes burned with anger, swinging his fist at Howard Yeats without thinking, seemingly not considering that Howard Yeats was supporting Ivy Linden and that his punch might hit his own wife by mistake.
"Don’t..." Fight.
Ivy Linden’s eyes widened; she hadn’t finished speaking before Howard Yeats turned around holding her.
Samuel Lockwood’s fist suddenly struck Howard Yeats’s back hard.
Ivy Linden was very shocked, not expecting Howard Yeats would take a punch from Samuel Lockwood just to protect her.
"Samuel’s mom, look at Ivy Linden, hugging and protecting another man outside, telling brother Samuel not to hit him! Look at the way that man protects Ivy Linden, who would believe they haven’t slept together?"
Wendy Quinn exploited the situation, inwardly laughing sneakily; this man came at just the right time to hasten Samuel Lockwood and Ivy Linden’s divorce.
Jealousy flashed in Wendy Quinn’s eyes, why does the man who likes Ivy Linden have to be so good-looking? How great would it be if he was a fat, big-headed, pot-bellied ugly fellow!
Wendy Quinn didn’t need to say anything; Samuel Lockwood was already furious, jealousy distorting his features, and with Wendy Quinn’s words, looking at Howard Yeats and Ivy Linden, the more he looked, the more it seemed true.
Samuel Lockwood’s fists landed more fiercely on Howard Yeats’s body.
Howard Yeats frowned, letting out a muffled groan; he released Ivy Linden, gently pushing her aside, softly saying, "Don’t come over."
Ivy Linden was puzzled, not knowing why, but her heart felt warmed.
Seeing Ivy Linden’s expression, Howard Yeats smiled, suddenly turning and grabbing Samuel Lockwood’s wrist, his face chillingly cold: "Want to fight? I’m up for it, Howard Yeats will go all out."
Howard Yeats?
This name seemed somewhat familiar.
Without thinking, Samuel Lockwood’s face was hit by a punch.
Samuel’s mother wailed and screamed: "Don’t hit my son, you scoundrel!"
"Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ Don’t hit my son, I’ll fight with you..."
Seeing Samuel Lockwood being hit, his mother charged at Howard Yeats, kicking and beating him.
This unreasonable old woman was a lady and not very strong; her hits on Howard Yeats didn’t hurt a bit.
Though painless, it was very bothersome.
Howard Yeats performed a combat move, knocking Samuel Lockwood to the ground, fingers gripping his neck, speaking dangerously to his mother: "Touch me one more time and I’ll strangle your son, believe it or not."
Samuel’s mother was scared into not daring to hit Howard Yeats again, sobbing.
"Ivy, are you okay?"
Ivana Monroe ran to Ivy Linden’s side, reached out to hold her hand, seeing unnatural redness on Ivy Linden’s face, immediately guessing it was a slap mark.
"Who hit you?"
Ivana Monroe was extremely angry.