Chapter 164

Daniel's words hit Candy like a bucket of ice water, freezing her smug expression instantly.

The venomous words still echoed in her ears. A cold sweat broke out on Candy's back. If Vincent heard them, her carefully crafted image would be ruined.

"Murphy, I swear I never said those things!" Candy's eyes welled up, her voice trembling. "Why would this child lie about me?"

Daniel smirked and quickly unlocked his phone. "Uncle Murphy, listen to this. You'll understand."

As the screen lit up, Vincent suddenly kicked out.

Bang—

The phone went flying. At the same time, sharp pain shot through Daniel's wrist. He looked up into Vincent's icy gaze—like staring at a stranger.

"Mom!" Daniel lunged for the phone on the ground, but Vincent stepped on it first.

Susan rushed forward, her fingers barely grazing the edge of the phone before a polished black shoe crushed her hand.

The sickening sound of bones straining filled the air.

"Uncle Murphy!" Daniel pounded Vincent's leg. "You promised to protect Mom!"

Vincent looked down at Susan, his eyes swirling with unreadable emotions. He pressed down harder. Blood seeped between Susan's fingers.

"This lesson is what you deserve."

When Vincent finally lifted his foot, Susan's left hand was a mangled mess. The wound where her missing finger had been tore open again, staining her entire palm crimson.

"Let's go." Vincent scooped Candy into his arms and walked away. The taillights of the Lamborghini left a scarlet trail in the night.

"Mom..." Daniel's tears splashed onto Susan's injured hand. "This is all my fault..."

Susan gently stroked her son's face with her right hand. "No, Daniel. It's not your fault."

The night wind carried dust past them. A surveillance camera blinked red in the parking lot. Susan stared in the direction Vincent had gone, her heart splitting open.

"Mom, should we go see Grandpa Benjamin?" Daniel cradled her wounded hand carefully.

"No need." Susan forced a weak smile. "We have medicine at home."

A silver sports car screeched to a halt in front of them. The blinding headlights illuminated Susan's pale face. The door opened, and a pair of polished leather shoes stepped out of the shadows.