Chapter 125: Chapter 125: Someone Help! Save My Mommy
Ivana Monroe’s eyes were red as she screamed from the depths of her soul, "Don’t you dare hurt my child! If you have a grudge, take it out on me, come at me!"
She struggled violently as two bodyguards pressed her shoulders down, forcing her onto the ground. Their actions were rough, causing the back of her head to hit the ground hard. Instantly, a wave of dizziness and intense pain flooded her, bringing tears of agony to her eyes.
"Ah~"
The old lady let out a grating scream as the little boy had his sharp teeth clamped down tightly on her hand. With her other hand, she mercilessly twisted the little boy’s ear.
"Let go, you little bastard, let go, or I’ll twist your ear off."
The old lady’s hand throbbed with pain, and tears gathered in her foggy eyes, streaming uncontrollably down her face from the sheer agony.
The more it hurt, the more viciously she glared at the boy biting her, wishing she could really tear his ear from his face.
Even though his ear hurt terribly, the boy didn’t let go. The more force she used, the more strength his jaws used. His dark eyes brimmed with tears of pain, yet they were extraordinarily cold and sharp.
As if ready to fight to the death with the old lady.
The old lady was startled by the boy’s look. How could a child merely six years old have such sharp eyes? The pain made her scream, wishing she had a fruit knife to cut the boy’s ear off.
Did this little bastard dare to act fierce with her?
The old lady suddenly understood why her precious grandson... Franklin Young, had been bullied by this little bastard.
This little bastard was just too ruthless, too evil, too vicious.
"Someone come help me quickly."
The old lady’s face twisted with pain, filled with hatred for the boy. This little bastard bit like a snapping turtle, refusing to let go, as if wanting to bite a chunk of flesh off her hand!
One bodyguard let go of Ivana Monroe’s shoulders and hands to help the old lady.
As he stood up and walked toward the old lady, Ivana clenched her fists, gritted her teeth, and with all her might, punched the bodyguard holding her right in the face.
The bodyguard didn’t expect that the seemingly frail Ivana would explode with such power at this moment. Caught off guard, he was struck with intense pain on half his face and nose. Suddenly, Ivana pushed him away, making him stumble to the ground, and blood unexpectedly flowed from his nose.
The bodyguard was stunned, and when he came to his senses, he pinched his nose to stop the bleeding. Then he looked at Ivana, the seemingly frail woman, who had surprisingly gotten beside the old lady and bitten down on the arm twisting Timmy Monroe’s ear.
Ivana moved quickly; the bodyguard coming to help the old lady couldn’t stop her. Ivan finally opened his mouth after the old lady screamed in pain and had to let go of Timmy.
The bodyguard’s eyelid twitched—are these two mother and son both dogs? How are they both so good at biting?
He viciously grabbed a handful of Ivana’s hair and said fiercely, "Let go, or I’ll rip your scalp off."
The pain brought tears to Ivana’s eyes, but she didn’t let go. Instead, she bit the old lady even harder. Tasting blood in her mouth, she still wouldn’t release. If she let go, not only would the old lady not spare her, but she would also intensify her bullying of Timmy.
Ivana’s hand moved slightly back, silently pushing Timmy behind her.
Timmy let go and, seeing a bodyguard bullying Ivana, his eyes turned red with furious anger. Being pushed by Ivana, inspiration struck him.
The boy suddenly ran out of the hospital room as the bodyguard on the ground got up and chased after him.
The boy was already in the corridor, shouting desperately, "Bad people are trying to kill me and Mommy, bad people... Someone help! Save my mommy!"
The boy’s voice alarmed the doctors and the families in other wards, who all ran out hurriedly.
In broad daylight, bad people dared to come into a life-saving hospital to wreak havoc? It’s simply outrageous.
The bodyguard saw the responding doctors and patients and dared not chase the boy further. He whipped around with a swish, nearly tripping, and ran back to the old lady’s side.
"Trouble, the little bastard has alerted the doctors. We must leave immediately."
The old lady was in agony, and she too wanted to leave. With Ivana biting her like a mad dog, could she leave?
The bodyguard yanked a clump of Ivana’s hair yet failed to make her let go. A fierce look flashed in his eyes; he suddenly pulled out a machete, pressing it against Ivana’s neck.
"Let go now, or I’ll kill you."
Ivana felt the cold steel on her neck, as if a slight move would slit her throat.
Ivana didn’t act stubbornly this time; she let go immediately. She didn’t want to die; if she died, what would happen to Timmy?
The old lady’s arm was bloodied, her precious silk sleeve torn by Ivana’s dog-like teeth. Her heart trembled with pain as she looked at Ivana with intense hatred.
"Kill her, kill this bitch..."
The old lady shouted in furious rage.
The bodyguard naturally wouldn’t listen to the old lady. Killing comes with too high a price. They were only hired to ensure the old lady’s safety. Giving someone a lesson is fine, but committing heinously illegal acts like murder— they’re not foolish enough to do that.
"Madam, we should go! If we cause any more trouble, none of us will get out of here," said the bodyguard with the machete.
"Yes, madam, we can find another chance to teach this bitch and her son a lesson," another bodyguard chimed in.
The old lady’s remaining sense was pulled back by the two bodyguards. She glared maliciously at Ivana, "You little bitch, just wait. If I don’t destroy you and your bastard, I’m no human being."
Ivana’s hair was disheveled, and her lips dyed red with blood. Although she looked quite in a mess, her smile was stunningly beautiful, not showing a hint of embarrassment.
"Fine, I’ll wait for you to become an old beast."
The old lady turned black with rage, her chest tight as her blood pressure soared, and her heartbeat erratic— she almost spat out blood.
"You little bitch, I must kill you..."
Filled with hatred, the old lady was escorted out of Ivana’s ward by the two bodyguards.
The arriving doctor, seeing the machete in the bodyguard’s hands, didn’t dare to confront them head-on, only watching nervously as the two bodyguards and the old lady left.
The bodyguard covered the old lady’s face with a hand. Neither the doctors nor the families who tried to snap a photo managed to capture her face, only the two bodyguards in sunglasses and one disheveled old lady with blood streaming from her hands and shoulders.
Leon Keane returned to the hospital shortly after. Inside Ivana Monroe’s ward, it was crowded with doctors, and even the director was present.
A sense of foreboding rose rapidly in his heart.
Leon abruptly pushed aside the doctors blocking the bed and even the director standing by Ivana’s bedside. He caught sight of Ivana lying on the bed and the little boy.