With a visitor at the door, the men looked over.


    The sight of Be took their breath away.


    Tonight must be their lucky day.


    The rainy storm brought them a beautiful woman. It was their chance to get lucky.


    "What can we do for you, gorgeous?" One of the men checked her out lewdly.


    Their eyes were drawn to Be, whose wet clothes clung to her skin.


    "I''m sorry to bother you."


    Be panted heavily as chills shook her to the core. "Can I borrow a phone? I''ll make it worthwhile."


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    "Make it worthwhile? Haha. How do you n on doing so?"


    The four men licked their lips and closed in on Be with vulgar smiles. "How about letting us touch,


    kiss, and screw you? You can make all the phone calls you want. Hehehe." Be burned with rage.


    Today was hard enough for her. She was barely surviving the long walk, and now she hade across


    four hooligans.


    One of the perverts eagerly reached for her well-endowed chest.


    Be struck back by seizing his arm and wrenching it back.


    She then kicked him on the back of his knees, making the man kneel. The man howled, "Argh! Ow!


    That hurts!"


    "Didn''t you say you wanted to screw?"


    Crack!


    Be fractured the man''s arm. The bloodthirst was reflected in her eyes. "Well, I''ll screw with you!"


    Nigel was rushed to the hospital due to another stroke. Fortunately, Matt was there to get him timely


    treatment. Nigel was expected to make a full recovery.


    However, Nigel was too worried about Be to eat or sleep. He looked haggard and exhausted.


    Gregory was not in Savrow. Since the stroke happened too suddenly, only Justin and Matt were by


    Nigel''s side.


    Justin carried a bowl of oats and fed a spoonful to Nigel.


    Nigel did not have any appetite. Justin''s bruised face and low spirits gave Nigel everything he needed


    to know. Though Nigel felt sorry for Justin, his tone was harsh. "What did you get yourself into? Did you


    go to Anna?"


    Justin''s breath hitched. "Yeah."


    "Did the Thompson boys beat you up?"


    Justin pursed his lips tightly.


    Reading Justin''s mind, Nigel raised his brow. "Don''t tell me that your former father-inw hit you."


    The answer was in Justin''s silence.


    "Hmph! You deserved it! If I were Wyatt, I would break your legs. You should be grateful they let you go


    without any broken limbs." Nigel did not take his grandson''s side at all.


    "Grandpa..."


    Looking broken, Justin looked up and whimpered dryly, "Can you tell me what I should do? What do I


    need to do to get back together with Be?"


    Nigel shook his head helplessly. "You''re not the only one who did wrong by her. I don''t know how to


    face her either. She''s a good kid. She could''ve lived a carefree life without getting involved with our


    family. We destroyed her."


    A deafening silence befell the ward.


    "Maybe you should stop figuring out a way. Start with a sincere heart and take things one step at a time


    to make things right."


    Nigel put his hand on Justin''s shoulder. It felt heavy. "From now on, instead of thinking about how to get


    back together with her, you should think about how to protect her."


    "I don''t want to let her go, Grandpa."


    Hanging his head low in dejection, Justin fought back the urge to cry. "But I know I don''t deserve her."


    His phone vibrated.