Chapter 124: Chapter 124: I’ll Beat You to Death
His little wife had already fallen for Ivana Monroe’s tricks, and now his precious daughter was about to fall for the little boy’s charm. Could his big and small treasures in the family be tricked away by Ivana and her son?
Samuel Lockwood’s handsome face darkened instantly, absolutely not! His little wife was already neglecting him enough because of Ivana Monroe; there was no way Ivana’s son would take his precious daughter away too.
He would absolutely not allow that to happen.
Samuel Lockwood walked into the hospital room, and before he reached Ivy Linden, he felt a pair of piercing eyes, staring at him with hostility.
Samuel Lockwood turned his head, surprised to discover that the owner of that gaze was Leon Keane.
Samuel Lockwood owned several law firms in Ravenswood, reputedly the top legal team in the city. Of course, the Lockwood family’s businesses were not limited to these; the law firms were his personal hobby, and they were run quite well.
Leon Keane hardly needed introduction—a business tycoon, a king at the pinnacle of Ravenswood’s hierarchy.
Although the two were not familiar, they knew of each other.
Samuel frowned; Leon Keane swapped partners as frequently as changing clothes. He’d never heard of him showing concern for any of them. Ivana Monroe must be very skillful to lure this man from the Kane Group to the hospital!
Samuel Lockwood loathed scheming women like Ivana Monroe. He needed to figure out a way to tear off Ivana’s facade and let Ivy Linden see her clearly for who she really was.
He was very worried that if Ivy spent too much time with Ivana, Ivana would take advantage of her.
And Ivana’s son, learning to attract his daughter at such a young age? When they grow up, would his precious daughter be deceived by this boy until there’s nothing left?
Whoever dared to trick his beloved daughter, Samuel Lockwood would fight him to the death.
"President Kane, just in time, you came to see..." Female companion?
Samuel didn’t manage to finish his sentence before Leon Keane interrupted him.
"Hand me the flowers and the fruits!" Leon Keane snatched the items from Samuel’s hands, then curled his lips in a cold sneer, "Young Master Lockwood seems quite idle, running here to see another woman. Aren’t you worried about being photographed by the media, appearing on television, and being seen by your wife?"
Samuel was stunned; both his little wife and daughter were present. What did Leon Keane mean by that?
Samuel quickly realized, his mouth twitched, Leon Keane thought he had come alone to see Ivana Monroe.
Leon Keane, holding the flowers, walked to the open hospital room door, waved the flowers at a cleaning lady, "Come over, I’m allergic to the fragrance of these flowers, take them all. Also, these fruits are not suitable for patients to eat, take them home and eat them yourself!"
The cleaning lady was flattered, "Thank you, thank you, sir."
Leon Keane closed the hospital room door, clapped his hands as if disdaining Samuel’s items, "Whatever she wants to eat, I’ve already prepared. You don’t need to trouble yourself, Young Master Lockwood. You’re a man with a wife and kids; keep your mind on your family!"
Ivy Linden hugged Nicole as she came to Samuel’s side, explaining to Leon Keane, "President Kane, my husband is accompanying me to see Ivana Monroe. Don’t misunderstand. If he dares to have any thoughts about my idol goddess, I’d kill him."
Nicole pouted, "Mommy, you can’t kill Daddy! Without Daddy, I don’t want to live either."
The little girl’s words shocked Ivy and Samuel.
Ivy quickly said, "Mommy was just talking nonsense; it’s all mommy’s fault. Mommy will never hurt daddy, and Nicole shouldn’t say things like that either!"
Samuel gave Ivy a reproachful look, his heart aching for Nicole. He reached out and held the little girl in his arms, kissing her soft cheek, "Mommy and Daddy are just joking; Nicole shouldn’t take it seriously. Daddy will always be by your side, watching you grow, seeing you get married, and growing old with you."
The little girl extended her tiny pinky finger, "Daddy, pinky promise."
So Samuel Lockwood was the husband of one of Ivana Monroe’s friends.
Leon Keane made an enormous blunder; he felt too embarrassed to even look Ivana in the eye, pretended nothing had happened, and said to her, "I have to step out for a bit, but I’ll be back soon. Call me if you need anything."
Ivana nodded; Leon Keane was a man of pride. Having made such a huge oversight, it made sense he needed to step out and calm himself.
Ivy spent nearly an hour in Ivana’s hospital room. Samuel Lockwood’s phone kept ringing, annoying Ivy because, although Samuel went outside to answer the calls each time, the phone rang again shortly after he came back in, disturbing her idol goddess’s rest!
"Little wife, we have to go. They are waiting for me at the company for a meeting." This time Samuel walked in with a distressed handsome face, telling Ivy as if he had no choice and had to leave.
Ivy gave him a glare; she felt as if he was doing it on purpose, not wanting her to spend more time with her idol goddess?
Furthermore, Nicole was playing happily with Timmy Monroe; it was just Samuel fussing around and disturbing them.
"Ivana, I have to go now. I’ll bring Nicole to see you again tomorrow," Ivy reluctantly said to Ivana.
"Alright, we have plenty of time; I might be discharged tomorrow, and we can meet up again afterward," Ivana said with a smile.
"It’s okay! If you’re discharged tomorrow, I can bring Nicole to help you move out. I haven’t been to your place yet! Tomorrow’s a perfect opportunity, and I’ll cook for you."
"Yay, yay! Nicole wants to go to little brother’s house, Nicole wants to play with him."
Samuel Lockwood’s handsome face turned dark. He tightly gripped his phone, totally caught off guard by this outcome.
He told Ivy that there was a meeting to prevent his little wife and Nicole from spending too much time with Ivana and her son. Yet, he ended up shooting himself in the foot, giving his little wife the chance to visit Ivana’s place with Nicole tomorrow?
Samuel Lockwood decided he would pretend to be sick tomorrow.
He absolutely could not let his little wife and Nicole spend too much time with Ivana and her son.
Ivy and her family of three left.
Just then, an elderly lady entered Ivana’s hospital room, flanked by two bodyguards.
The elderly lady looked fiercely at Timmy Monroe and ran towards him, grabbing him.
"Who are you? Why are you grabbing me? What do you want?" Timmy Monroe struggled in the elderly lady’s grip, but she was too strong, and the young boy was no match for her.
"Let go of my son," Ivana shouted, her face turning pale as she got out of bed in a hurry but was blocked by the two bodyguards.
"You little bastard, how dare you lay a finger on my precious grandson? I’ll beat you to death," the elderly lady snarled, raising her hand and slapping Timmy Monroe’s innocent face fiercely.
Slap~ slap~ slap~
The sound of slapping echoed continuously, each sharp, loud noise slicing through Ivana’s heart like a blunt knife, leaving her in pain so severe she couldn’t breathe.