Chapter 167

Susan bit her lower lip until it bled, her nails digging deep into her palms.

Vincent's madness sent chills down her spine.

"Vincent, have you lost your mind?!" Her voice trembled. "Daniel is just a child! If you want to punish someone, follow the legal process!"

A cruel smile curled at Vincent's lips.

His slender fingers lifted Susan's chin, but his eyes remained icy.

"The law?" He scoffed. "Susan, you dare speak of the law?"

She slapped his hand away.

Vincent's gaze darkened instantly.

"I gave you a chance." His voice was venomous. "Since you refuse to cooperate..."

He turned and signaled to his bodyguard.

"Do it."

Susan's pupils constricted in horror.

She lunged toward Daniel, but Vincent yanked her back.

"Let me go!" She struggled desperately, her wrists reddening from the force.

Daniel stood quietly, unfazed.

His clear eyes met Vincent's gaze, his small face devoid of fear.

"Uncle Murphy," he said softly. "Mom says you're just sick."

Vincent's hand froze mid-air.

The bodyguard's blade was already raised.

A glint of cold steel flashed—

"Stop!"

A tall figure stepped between Daniel and the blade.

Alexander Grant twisted the bodyguard's wrist, sending the knife clattering to the ground.

Susan's legs gave way, nearly collapsing.

"Mr. Grant..." Her voice choked with tears.

Alexander glanced at her briefly before focusing on Daniel.

"You're safe now." He ruffled the boy's hair.

Daniel clung to Susan, wiping her tears with his small hands.

"Don't cry, Mom."

Susan buried her face in his shoulder, her body shaking.

Vincent's expression turned thunderous.

"Alexander, must you interfere?"

Alexander adjusted his cuffs leisurely.

"Bullying women and children isn't a good look, Vincent."

Vincent sneered.

"Do you even know what she is?" He pointed at Susan. "A gold-digging whore who slept her way up!"

Susan flinched violently.

Alexander's eyes turned glacial.

"Watch your mouth, Vincent." His tone was deceptively calm.

Vincent smirked mockingly.

"What? Has the great Alexander Grant taken a liking to used goods?"

Alexander moved faster than anyone expected.

His fist connected with Vincent's face, sending him staggering back, blood trickling from his lip.

"That's for your filthy tongue," Alexander said coldly.

Vincent wiped the blood away, his gaze venomous.

"You'd betray our years of friendship over some slut?"

Alexander unbuttoned his suit jacket, revealing a dangerous smile.

"Try me."

As tension crackled between them, Susan suddenly stepped forward.

"Enough!" Her red-rimmed eyes locked onto Vincent. "What will it take for you to leave Daniel alone?"

Vincent studied her for a long moment.

Then he laughed.

"You're disgusting, Susan."

He turned to leave, throwing one last threat over his shoulder.

"This isn't over."

Susan held Daniel tightly, trembling uncontrollably.

Alexander draped his jacket over her shoulders.

"Thank you," she whispered, barely audible.

He frowned at her pale face.

"Do you need help?"

She shook her head, clutching Daniel closer.

Her gaze fixed on where Vincent had disappeared, determination hardening in her eyes.

This time, she wouldn't back down.