My Mute Bride

Chapter 227 Keep On Running, and Don’t Look Back

Mr. Wayne looked as miserable as sin while he spoke of what had happened six years ago. “You offered your wife to me six years ago, only to go back on it at the last minute. Not only did you steal my business away, you even crippled me! How should I get even with you for that?”

Rachel’s expression changed in disbelief when she heard this. Did Justin cripple Mr. Wayne back then? I never heard him talk about this, though, she thought to herself. “Mr. Wayne!” she called out anxiously as she came to her senses.

“So much time has passed since what happened six years ago. No matter what he has done, you look healthy and fine right now. We can negotiate over what compensation you want, so don’t hurt Samuel.”

“Fine?” Mr. Wayne suddenly flew into a rage and grabbed Samuel toward him. Amid Samuel’s cries of pain and Rachel’s screams, he seized Samuel by the throat and asked, “Look! It’s been six years. You two have kids, whereas I’ll die childless. Is this what you mean by saying that I’m healthy?”

Die childless? Rachel was stunned. What has Justin done to Mr. Wayne back then…

“Let’s settle the score today for everything you’ve done to me!”

“Don’t touch him!” Rachel’s screams were almost desperate. “Let go of Samuel, please!”

However, Justin grabbed her and stopped her from going to Samuel’s side. He then said to Mr. Wayne, “Now that things have turned out like this, you can’t make up for anything by hurting a child. What exactly do you want? I can promise you anything as long as you let go of Samuel.”

“I want you to kneel down and kowtow to me now!” Mr. Wayne’s bellow reverberated in the rain.

Rachel’s face turned deathly pale. Before she could come to her senses, the man beside her knelt down toward Mr. Wayne without batting an eyelid, splashing rainwater as his knees hit the wet ground.

Rachel looked at him in disbelief, for no one knew how proud he was better than her.

Obviously, Mr. Wayne hadn’t expected that either. After being stunned for a moment, he burst into laughter. “Serves you right, doesn’t it, Justin? How could you say you don’t care about this little brat now that you’re kneeling before me?”

you let go

Samuel by the throat. He threatened, “I want you to kneel down and kowtow to me until I’m

up, but before she could reach out

loud enough.

hesitation, Justin kowtowed again in the rain, his forehead

me and beg me for mercy while you kowtow to

Wayne. Please be the

Just

over and over again. Soon, his forehead was grazed, and the

keep her eyes open as her tears were mixed with the rainwater. He’s such a proud man, yet he’s allowing Mr.

this be enough?” Mr. Wayne threw Samuel aside and took a document from the bodyguard beside him. “Here’s a contract. I want you to transfer the

for the same condition had been put forward six years

the rain, drenched. In fact, he could hardly keep his feet if it weren’t that Rachel was helping him by the

and sign

they walked step by step toward

Justin, turned the pages of the contract right away to the last

felt-tip pen, but Rachel stopped him as soon as the tip of the pen touched that page—she wanted to persuade him to wait a minute and rethink it.

though Justin knew what she was thinking; he held her hand tightly for a moment

took the document from the bodyguard and looked it over with satisfaction. “Justin, I really didn’t expect you to be so flexible as to agree to transfer such a

the way and knocked over the hatchet man who was holding a dagger to

had whispered to her ear just now when she supported him to let him sign the document. “I’ll stall them in a while, Rachel.