CHAPTER 524: CHAPTER 524: HOWARD YEATS, YOU’RE BLEEDING FROM THE NOSE

Samuel Lockwood was in excruciating pain, with anger boiling over in his heart. Howard Yeats, this adulterer, slept with his wife and still dared to come over and hit him?

Is there no law anymore?

Samuel Lockwood clenched his fist, ready to strike back, but his pupils suddenly contracted, his head buzzed, and he paled as he said, "Don’t shoot. Murder is illegal. If you kill me, you’ll be executed."

"Executed?"

Howard Yeats sneered coldly, "In this world, there are unsolved murder cases every year. Scum like you, dying doesn’t matter; alive, you just waste air."

Who is the real scum here?

If it weren’t for this adulterer cheating with his wife, would he have gone mad and tied up Ivy here?

Besides, this was his family matter, not something Howard Yeats should interfere with.

Samuel Lockwood was so enraged he almost spat blood, but he didn’t dare go against Howard Yeats. The gun in Howard’s hand was definitely real, not a child’s toy.

"Howard Yeats, I’m Nicole’s biological father. If you kill me, Nicole will hate you for the rest of her life."

Nicole.

A scene of the little girl crying aggrievedly appeared in Howard Yeats’s mind, and his fingers tightened on the gun, trembling slightly. A fierce look flashed in his eyes, and suddenly, he smashed another punch onto Samuel Lockwood’s face.

"Ah~ah~"

Samuel Lockwood’s head was battered and bleeding.

Howard Yeats said angrily, "These two punches are for Nicole."

"You bastard, taking Ivy away—do you know that night, Nicole ran to find me and encountered some mad dogs on the road? One even knocked Nicole to the ground and bit her hard?"

"If it weren’t for me being a light sleeper and hearing Nicole’s cries, the consequences would have been unthinkable."

Ivy Linden curled up her body, her face pale, tears streaming silently from the corners of her eyes.

Hearing Howard Yeats’s words, her heart ached bitterly, and her hatred for Samuel Lockwood multiplied several times.

Samuel Lockwood held his head, warm liquid smearing his palms. He was somewhat panicked, learning that Nicole had been bitten by a dog, he asked anxiously, "Howard Yeats, tell me, was Nicole seriously bitten?"

Now you care about Nicole?

Why didn’t you think of that back then?

Some things happened, just like that, and there’s no medicine for regret.

"You don’t deserve to know, nor do you deserve to be Nicole’s father."

Samuel Lockwood suddenly looked feral.

"I don’t deserve it? Do you?" he was provoked and said excitedly, "If it weren’t for you having an affair with my wife and stopping me from going to my wife and child, would I have snuck into Ivy Linden’s room at night? Would I have scared my precious daughter away?"

"Howard Yeats, you’re the real culprit in all this. I’m really wondering, do you like wearing other people’s worn shoes so much? Does it feel good? Ivy Linden, whose whole body I’ve touched, felt really good after you touched her too, right?"

Ivy Linden trembled with anger, unable to bear it any longer: "Samuel Lockwood, shut up! Howard Yeats and I are innocent. Your filthy mind thinks everyone else is as dirty as you?"

Ivy Linden felt extremely distressed, this scumbag Samuel Lockwood was really spouting nonsense, hurling such humiliating words to insult her.

Howard Yeats’s eyes were full of hostility, wanting to shoot Samuel Lockwood dead.

Suppressing the urge to shoot Samuel Lockwood, he turned around, put away the gun, picked up a wooden chair, and viciously smashed it onto Samuel Lockwood.

Samuel Lockwood screamed, rolling on the ground.

Howard Yeats seemed not to notice, turned again, picked up another chair, and fiercely smashed it onto Samuel Lockwood.

Smashed three chairs.

Samuel Lockwood, his head bleeding and unable to move on the ground, spat crimson blood from his mouth.

Howard Yeats looked down coldly at the man on the ground, near death, saying, "In my heart, Ivy Linden is the purest. She was just unlucky enough to wear your pair of worn shoes, ending up like this now."

Hearing this, Ivy Linden suddenly shed a torrent of tears without knowing why.

Perhaps because Howard Yeats spoke a fair word for her.

She was indeed unlucky.

She gave all her best years and everything beautiful to Samuel Lockwood. Now, after their divorce, Samuel Lockwood wouldn’t let her go, humiliated her, and treated her like a worn shoe.

Samuel Lockwood felt immense pain all over, with several fractures on his body, unable to utter a word due to the pain, feeling like he was going to die.

Howard Yeats pointed at him, "Samuel Lockwood, this time for Nicole’s sake, I won’t kill you. If you continue to harass Ivy, or do anything to harm her, I, Howard Yeats, promise... that you’ll have no corpse left."

He turned around and walked to Ivy Linden’s side.

"Don’t look."

Ivy Linden’s voice was hoarse as she spoke. Her clothes were torn by Samuel Lockwood, leaving her exposed in front of Howard Yeats, and she felt so ashamed she could die.

Howard Yeats immediately closed his eyes, his handsome face turning red, took off his clothes, and covered Ivy Linden with them. His fingers accidentally touched her smooth skin, and feeling Ivy Linden’s body shiver slightly, his fingers also trembled, having thoughts he shouldn’t have.

Ivy Linden’s cheeks were burning, thankfully Howard Yeats had not opened his eyes.

"Where’s your hand? I’ll help you untie the rope."

Howard Yeats’s voice was hoarse.

Ivy Linden bit her lip and reached her hand out to Howard Yeats’s side.

Howard Yeats fumbled with her hand, struggling to untie the rope. Her hands were delicate and smooth, and with her body... Howard Yeats’s nose suddenly felt hot, and a stream of red liquid flowed out.

"Howard Yeats, you’re bleeding from your nose."

Ivy Linden said the sentence without thinking, only realizing it was inappropriate afterward.

The rope was untied, and Howard Yeats instinctively opened his eyes, covered his nose, and happened to see Ivy Linden’s blushing cheeks, like the sky’s rosy clouds, so charming and beautiful.

Ivy Linden, you’re truly a little enchantress.

Howard Yeats cursed in his heart, pretending as if nothing had happened, turned around, and pinched his nose.

"Oh~ I just got heated, so my nose started bleeding."

"..." Ivy Linden.

She knew this was an excuse he made up.

Ivy Linden didn’t expose him, with flushed cheeks, untied her feet.

Her clothes were torn by Samuel Lockwood, leaving nothing wearable. She had no choice but to put on Howard Yeats’s clothes, but there were no pants. She thought about whether Samuel Lockwood had thrown away the clothes she used to keep in the wardrobe.

She got up to get clothes.

Suddenly, she felt dizzy, her energy was depleted, and she collapsed.

Howard Yeats caught her, held her in his arms, seeing her wearing his clothes, which hid her petite figure inside, making Howard Yeats’s whole body heat up again.

Howard Yeats tightened his arms around her, never needing to suppress his desires before, nor having such a habit until meeting Ivy Linden.

This woman was so principled, Howard Yeats knew he could force her, but after having fun just once, he and she would be completely done.

Howard Yeats didn’t want to be completely done with her, he wanted to keep her by his side forever.