Chapter 422: Chapter 422: You Scumbag
Ivana Monroe’s words pierced Samuel Lockwood’s heart.
He didn’t want to hurt Ivy, but what happened was something he never anticipated...
Samuel Lockwood released Ivana Monroe’s wrist and said dejectedly, "Do you think I wanted this? The last person I ever wanted to hurt in this life is Ivy."
Ivana Monroe looked at Samuel Lockwood mockingly.
How laughable were those words?
Claiming not to want to hurt Ivy, yet hurting her in the cruelest way?
Ivana Monroe didn’t want to hear his nonsense, so she directly asked, "What do you plan to do now?"
Samuel Lockwood was taken aback, his eyes somewhat dazed.
Seeing this, Ivana Monroe felt utterly disappointed; he really had no plans?
Howard Yeats was right; he just wanted to have the best of both worlds, enjoying the benefits of having multiple lovers.
The old ways are gone!
Is he still not awake?
"Alright then," Ivana Monroe said coldly, "I just hope that when you divorce Ivy, you do the right thing and don’t fight with her over Nicole’s custody."
For a woman, divorce isn’t terrifying!
Ivana Monroe had been through it!
As long as the child is by her side, that’s all the hope she needs.
Ivana Monroe believed that once Ivy Linden left this scoundrel Samuel Lockwood, a better man would cherish her!
Ivana Monroe turned to leave.
Samuel Lockwood’s face changed, and he quickly ran to block the office door.
"You can’t leave, Ivana. What do you mean? Are you trying to break up me and Ivy?"
Samuel Lockwood’s face was tense, his eyes flustered, and there was a hint of resentment as he stared at Ivana Monroe.
Seeing Samuel Lockwood’s expression, Ivana Monroe thought it was laughably ridiculous.
"Samuel Lockwood, get it clear. It’s not me trying to break you and Ivy up; you dismantled this marriage with your own hands."
"No... no... Ivana, you know nothing. How can you say that about me? I was forced into it, I had no choice."
Which unfaithful scumbag doesn’t claim they were forced and had no choice?
"Do you really love Ivy?"
Ivana Monroe suddenly asked.
Samuel Lockwood nodded without hesitation.
"What about Wendy Quinn? Do you like Wendy Quinn?"
"I don’t like her."
"Alright, I’ll give you three days. Take Wendy Quinn to the hospital for an abortion."
Samuel Lockwood fell silent.
Ivana Monroe sneered, "What? Reluctant? Didn’t you say you truly love Ivy? Is your love so fragile?"
Samuel Lockwood shouted, "Who said that? You think I don’t want to take her for an abortion? It’s my mother; she’s threatening me with her life. What can I do? Tell me... what can I do?"
Ivana Monroe frowned, "So, you chose your mother?"
Samuel Lockwood’s eyes turned red, "She’s my mother...."
Something dim crossed Ivana Monroe’s eyes as she suddenly thought of Zachary Heston. Back then, Zachary’s mother also disapproved of her, causing all sorts of trouble, and eventually, Zachary got together with Michelle Monroe.
Was it Zach’s mother and Samuel’s mother’s fault?
Even if they were wrong, isn’t the biggest mistake Zachary Heston’s and Samuel Lockwood’s?
Two unfaithful scoundrels!
Ivana Monroe took a deep breath, "You can choose your mother, but... please let Ivy go...."
Ivana Monroe reached out, trying to push Samuel Lockwood away. She didn’t want to stay in this suffocating place.
Suddenly!
The malicious intent flashed in Samuel Lockwood’s eyes as he grabbed Ivana Monroe’s hands and used his unfastened belt to wrap around them tightly, binding her.
"What are you doing? Samuel Lockwood... what do you want?"
Ivana Monroe was terrified and struggled with all her might, but Samuel Lockwood’s binding was too quick, and the belt was too tight. Once fastened, it couldn’t be undone.
"What do I want?" Samuel Lockwood looked at her wickedly, undoing the buttons of his shirt, his wicked gaze fixed on her beautiful face, "You tell me what I want?"
Ivana Monroe’s heart trembled violently, realizing he intended to...
Ivana Monroe was extremely furious, "Samuel Lockwood, I always thought you were an upright man. I never expected you to be a beast in disguise. Do you think you deserve Ivy?"
"Shut up," Samuel Lockwood was infuriated by Ivana Monroe, "What right do you have to mention Ivy in front of me? Ivy idolizes you, defends you everywhere, protects you. And you? You want to hurt her deeply."
Is it always like this?
Will Samuel Lockwood never see his own fault?
Is it always others who hurt Ivy?
"I didn’t." Ivana Monroe didn’t want to argue with him now; Samuel Lockwood seemed too crazy. If he really did something to her...
Ivana Monroe was scared senseless, "I just feel sorry for Ivy. I won’t hurt her. Samuel Lockwood, I hope you can calm down and not do something you’ll regret later."
"Ivy loves you so much, and Nicole loves you so much. Can you bear to disappoint them?"
Samuel Lockwood wept in agony, his eyes fixed on her, "I don’t want to disappoint them. I always wanted to protect them, you know that? Ivana? But unfortunately, I failed."
Ivana Monroe: "Then don’t make a bad situation worse, Samuel Lockwood. Untie the belt first."
Samuel Lockwood extended his trembling fingers to touch the belt binding Ivana Monroe, bringing her a glimmer of hope.
Who knew?
Samuel Lockwood didn’t untie the belt but instead held her hand, his fingers stroking her smooth hand, making Ivana Monroe feel incredibly disgusted.
"Samuel Lockwood... you..."
"Haha... Ivana Monroe, you’re indeed a bit smart, but you forget, what is my job? I’m a lawyer; I’ve studied psychology well. You softening now is just to make me release you. What will you do if I release you? You’ll run to tell Ivy I’m scum and a bastard."
"In that case, I might as well deal with you now. I have Ivy; you have Leon Keane. You dare to tell Ivy, and I’ll tell Leon. Do you think you can still remain firmly in the position of Young Madam Kane?"
Samuel Lockwood sneered sinisterly, undoing his shirt, his claws reaching for Ivana Monroe.
Ivana Monroe wore a beige wool coat, her hands bound. Samuel Lockwood undid her buttons but couldn’t remove it, his gaze wandering to her flat abdomen.
Unable to remove the top, he directly went for her pants.
After all, he could still get the job done.
Wearing jeans, as his fingers touched the metal button of her pants, Ivana Monroe suddenly raised her leg fiercely.
"Ow ow ow..."
Samuel Lockwood clutched his crotch, howling in pain.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ivana Monroe gave him another kick, knocking him to the ground.
Ivana Monroe twisted the office doorknob with her trapped hands, righting left again and again, eagerly trying to unlock it.
"You... will not... escape."
Samuel Lockwood endured the excruciating pain between his legs, sweating profusely, crawling up from the ground, his walking posture hunched and strange, no choice, it hurt too much.
Ivana Monroe was sweating in anxiety as Samuel Lockwood stumbled toward her, trying to grab her.
Click!
The door opened.