CHAPTER 395: CHAPTER 395: DOG EAT DOG

Aunt Lee charged forward menacingly. Seeing Aunt Golding’s cheek reddened from the slap, she felt it was a bit much; the woman had already been hit like that, yet she still had to endure more bullying.

But, who told this nanny not to know her place? How dare she offend Mrs. Keane?

So, she deserved to be hit.

Aunt Lee ignored Ivana Monroe’s warning glance—what could a wounded daughter-in-law lying in bed do but bluff? She was not terrifying at all. This foolish woman protecting the sick daughter-in-law dared try to confront her? Of course, she’d be no match for her because she had Auntie Chamberlain on her side.

Two people couldn’t beat an old lady?

"Mouthy, deserves a slap."

Aunt Lee raised her hand, her face twisted and said.

"Ah~"

A sudden scream erupted in the ward, not from Aunt Golding’s mouth, but from Aunt Lee’s mouth.

Aunt Lee’s forehead suffered a heavy blow, and blood instantly began streaming down, dripping onto her cheeks and nose. When she reached up to touch it, her palm was covered in warm, conspicuous blood.

She cried out again in a sharp and terrified voice, "I’m bleeding... my forehead is bleeding a lot..."

The sight shocked Mrs. Keane and Auntie Chamberlain.

Ivana... Ivana... she dared to take something from the bedside cabinet to smash someone?

She went hard, aiming to kill with her blows?

This was truly lawlessness...

Mrs. Keane’s heart was pounding intensely, suddenly overwhelmed by an impulse to leave Ivana’s room. Forget it, maybe it was better not to cause trouble; what if Ivana started going crazy and hurt herself?

Mrs. Keane was quite afraid of this version of Ivana.

Auntie Chamberlain’s face went pale; she hadn’t expected Ivana to be this ruthless! Not even having the mood to laugh at Aunt Lee’s misfortune, her whole body trembled. If she’d listened to Aunt Lee’s instigations earlier and continued hitting Ivana’s nanny, she’d certainly be the one with a bloody head now.

Damn it! So terrifying!

The bodyguards heard the screams from outside the door and immediately opened the ward door, rushing in.

Seeing Ivana lying in bed without incident, they let out a big sigh of relief.

As for Aunt Lee with the bloody head, they completely ignored it; as long as Ivana wasn’t injured, anyone else’s injuries were trivial in comparison.

"Quick...quick...call a doctor, she’s injured," Mrs. Keane instructed the two bodyguards.

The two bodyguards didn’t immediately respond and instead looked towards Ivana.

"Why...why are you looking at her? I’m telling you to call a doctor." Mrs. Keane was frustrated; she was Leon Keane’s mother, and these bodyguards were hired by Leon, yet they didn’t listen to her but seemed to focus on Ivana’s attitude?

"No. I forbid it." Ivana’s voice was cold.

"Yes, young madam."

The bodyguards spoke in unison.

Mrs. Keane was infuriated—Ivana was too much, she smashed people like this but wouldn’t let the bodyguards call a doctor? Was she trying to kill someone?

Mrs. Keane wanted to scold Ivana, but when she saw Ivana’s expression, she felt a bit intimidated, swallowing her words.

Aunt Lee pressed her hand against the wound, but couldn’t stop the constant flow of blood. Seeing Ivana not allowing Mrs. Keane to call a doctor, she felt both hate and anxiety.

"Boohoo... I’m going to find a doctor..."

Aunt Lee cried as she ran out of Ivana’s room.

"Stop her."

Ivana’s voice was icy as she directed the two bodyguards.

The two bodyguards, strong and robust, moved their bodies and blocked the door of the ward.

Aunt Lee couldn’t get out; she was panicked. Continuing to bleed like this could be fatal!

Aunt Lee, though she had a sharp tongue, was actually a coward; she was terrified of bleeding. Even scraping her knee made her anxious for half a day, let alone bleeding this much today.

"What are you doing? Move aside, I’m bleeding so much, don’t you see? Are you trying to kill me? Killing people means going to jail," Aunt Lee naturally didn’t dare be aggressive with the bodyguards, she cried and said.

The two bodyguards ignored Aunt Lee; their job was to prevent her from going out.

Seeing the bodyguards acting like this, Aunt Lee felt despair and turned towards Mrs. Keane with a pitiful expression, "Madam, save me..."

Mrs. Keane saw Aunt Lee bleeding so profusely, her hands and face stained red—it was quite frightening. Her heart raced, and her attitude towards Ivana changed, becoming less tough than before.

"Ivana, what are you doing? You smashed Aunt Lee like this and still won’t let her out to find a doctor? Too much blood loss can kill people. How does letting her die benefit you? Let her out!"

Ivana sneered; if they had known it would come to this, why did they act like that before?

Charging in, weren’t they aggressive? Slapping Aunt Golding, weren’t they fierce? Now they’re scared?

But it’s too late.

"Let her go? Ha... do you think Ivana Monroe’s ward is a place you can come and go as you please? To hit my people as you like? To leave whenever you want?"

"Ivana, what exactly do you want?"

Mrs. Keane didn’t want to continue entangling with Ivana; she now wanted to quickly take Aunt Lee out, get her forehead treated, and have Aunt Lee serve her comfortably.

Mrs. Keane didn’t want Aunt Lee to really have an accident.

What do she want? That was a good question.

Ivana raised her hand, pointed at Auntie Chamberlain, and said, "I am a person who distinguishes clearly between grudges. How many slaps did she hit Aunt Golding with? I want double the number in return, otherwise no one leaves my ward."

Auntie Chamberlain’s face turned pale—was this called distinguishing between grudges? She merely slapped Aunt Golding a few times, but Ivana wanted Mrs. Keane to return the favor in double—was that fair? Not at all.

"Madam, don’t... I only targeted her nanny for you!"

"This..."

Mrs. Keane considered Ivana’s demands excessive, but Ivana was resolute and Aunt Lee was injured; Mrs. Keane didn’t dare challenge Ivana head-on.

"Auntie Chamberlain, look at how much blood I’m losing, I’m about to die, have some mercy! Save me!" Aunt Lee cried.

Mrs. Keane heard Aunt Lee’s words and was at a loss herself; she chimed in, "Yes! Auntie Chamberlain, a few slaps won’t kill you, save Aunt Lee."

Auntie Chamberlain was extremely unwilling; Aunt Lee’s injuries were deserved—who told her to love showing off and being the center of attention? Why should she take the blame and get slapped to save her?

Auntie Chamberlain shook her head in refusal, telling Aunt Lee, "I already told you and the madam to leave—it was you who refused, insisted on showing off, and opposing Ivana. Now you’re injured, why should I pay for your actions?"

Aunt Lee saw Auntie Chamberlain being so selfish and sharply retorted, "Who are you repaying? You started by attacking her nanny; the one she wants revenge on is you, I’m the victim here."

"I spit on that! You’re a victim? You’re asking for it yourself, big deal, I don’t need this job anymore, nor the year-end bonus, I’ll resign, won’t that be enough?"