NovelEnglishThe butler and servants shielded Mrs. Woods while the bodyguards tried to pull Lucas away.
"You beast! Do you have a death wish?" Mrs. Woods shivered in anger. Lucas shoved the dog meat against her face, smearing her face with blood. The scent of iron filled her nose.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSoon, the bodyguard managed to pull Lucas away, and she sighed with relief.
"Beat him! Beat him to death! I will take the responsibility if he dies!" yelled Mrs. Woods at the bodyguard.
Irene watched as the bodyguards kicked Lucas. Her heart sank. "Don't hit him! Stop it!" She had never set foot in the living room of the main block. She had hidden in the kitchen the entire time. There was a back door that she would use to cand go. The bodyguards halted at her scream and turned to look at her.
"Why are you stopping? Keep hitting him! My husband is not htoday, and I'm in charge!" Mrs. Woods was determined to beat Lucas to death, not wanting to know what other monstrosities he was capable of.
The two bodyguards proceeded to beat Lucas with all their might, and Irene broke down in tears at the violent scene before her. "Madam, please make them stop! Mr. Woods cby the South Block earlier today and talked to Mr. Lucas! I heard everything from the kitchen!" Irene walked toward Mrs. Woods and fell to her knees, begging.
Mrs. Woods lifted an eyebrow. "What did he say to this monster?!" "Mr. Wood's reminded Mr. Lucas to tell him if someone bullies him. He told him that he would not stand idly by," Irene said before turning to look out the window. "Mrs. Woods, Mr. Woods might chat any moment now. Make them stop! If Mr. Lucas was in the wrong, Mr. Woods will definitely punish him." Mrs. Woods slowly cto her senses. She still feared her husband, so she shot a look at the bodyguards.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOnce the bodyguards stopped, Irene immediately went to help Lucas up.
"Mr. Lucas, can you get up? If you can't move, I can-" she sobbed.
Lucas finished the soup swiftly and asked, "Where's the bread?" She immediately hurried into the kitchen to retrieve the bread. When she handed it to Lucas, she muttered, "You are so tough, Mr. Lucas." He frowned. "Is that supposed to be a compliment?" "I... I just wanted to cheer you up so that you forget about what happened. Are you alright, Mr. Lucas? Should I take a look at you?" "What can you do if I'm not alright?" Irene paused. "There are eggs in the fridge, Mr. Lucas. I can boil a few of them and roll them on your bruises." Lucas' head ached, and he wanted to throw her out of the house.
However, the memory of her begging Mrs. Woods for mercy prevented him from committing to the act. "You can get off work now!" Irene shook her head. "Mr. Woods should be back soon. I want to see how he handles this."
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