Chapter 233
The tall figure at the bedroom doorway made Bella Quinn tremble.
The person she once relied on most had become her deepest fear.
Calvin Grant tightened his arms around her, sensing her shaking.
"Don't be afraid," his deep voice carried a soothing strength.
Bruce Bowman stood at the door, his gaze dark and terrifying as he watched Bella nestled in Calvin's embrace.
He had already decided to hand her over to Hugo Thompson, yet he'd inexplicably followed them here.
"Bella Quinn, you're still alive?" Bruce's voice was icy.
"Get out!" Susan Thompson trembled with rage.
Andrew Lucas had uncovered everything on the way—Bruce not only gave Bella to Hugo but also planned to marry her off to that beast tomorrow.
"Shut up!" Bruce snapped.
Thud!
Andrew's fist slammed into Bruce's face.
"Andrew!" Bruce clutched his cheek in disbelief.
Andrew's eyes were sharp as blades. "Dare to yell at my woman? Asking for death?"
"Your woman?" Bruce sneered. "Birds of a feather. If Bella's a tramp, how much better can Susan be?"
Thud!
Another brutal punch landed.
"Apologize," Andrew's voice was terrifyingly cold.
Bruce spat blood. "Dream on."
Andrew swung again without hesitation.
The two men brawled violently, turning the room into chaos.
Though Susan disliked Andrew, watching him beat Bruce gave her an inexplicable satisfaction.
Calvin carried Bella out swiftly. Susan grabbed Hugo's phone and smashed it against his face before following.
Seeing Susan leave, Andrew stopped fighting but delivered one last punch to Bruce before walking away.
"Brother-in-law!" Hugo wailed. "Avenge me!"
Bruce stared coldly at the repulsive man on the floor, suddenly overwhelmed with disgust.
Even if Bella were blind, she'd never stoop to this.
"Scram!" He kicked Hugo aside and strode out.
At the hospital, Bella's injuries looked severe but fortunately weren't life-threatening.
Susan stayed by her side, distracting her with conversation when Calvin entered.
He carried a sandalwood urn.
"Your grandmother's," Calvin said softly.
Bella's eyes reddened instantly.
Her hands shook as she took the familiar silver locket—something she'd worn as a child.
"Grandma..." She clutched the urn and sobbed uncontrollably.
Susan's eyes welled up, reminded of her own murdered grandmother.
Unable to bear her sorrow, Andrew gently led her out of the room.
"Thank you," Susan whispered.
Andrew's gaze burned. "Really thanking me?"
"Give me one chance. Let's start over."