CHAPTER 519: CHAPTER 519: UNCLE YE, HELP!

"I won’t go, I won’t go, Samuel Lockwood, you demon, let go of me."

"You don’t have a choice, I became a demon because you forced me."

Samuel Lockwood grabbed her arm with one hand and pulled her hair with the other.

If it had been before, a scratch on her would have pained him to death, but now, knowing Ivy had slept with Howard Yeats, Samuel’s tenderness was gone, leaving only boundless fury.

Samuel Lockwood forcibly dragged Ivy out of the room.

"Who’s there? Quarreling in the middle of the night? Do you want others to sleep?"

The landlord lived in the next room, woke up groggy, and in a bad mood, shouted without thinking much.

"Help..." me.

Ivy didn’t finish her sentence before Samuel Lockwood covered her mouth.

"Ivy, you’d better behave. If you attract others, don’t blame me for not considering our marriage and stripping off all your clothes." Samuel warned in her ear.

Tears streamed down Ivy’s face. Marital bond? Did they still have such a thing?

Samuel Lockwood forcibly took her away just for better revenge.

Nicole, relying on memory, ran to the place where Howard Yeats had once held her. The streetlights in the town were dim at night, and two dogs were fighting in the wild. The little girl rushed over, scaring the dogs apart.

One of the male dogs got angry and saw that Nicole was small, so it barked wildly at her.

Nicole stopped, scared. Mommy said some dogs bite people, and when encountering such dogs, you shouldn’t run. Stand your ground and stare at them to show you’re not afraid.

But...

Mommy was in danger, and she couldn’t just stand there.

Nicole gritted her teeth and started running again.

Who knew that the male dog, seeing Nicole running, thought she was afraid and chased after her, barking wildly.

Nicole was only a few years old and couldn’t outrun the male dog. It quickly caught up, pouncing and knocking her to the ground.

"Ah~ Uncle Yeats, help! Bad dog, get off, get off, wah... Mommy..."

Nicole cried loudly. The male dog bit her calf and ferociously dragged her backward. Her leg hurt, wearing only thin nightclothes, her back scraping against the ground painfully.

But that wasn’t why she cried so hard.

She feared her mommy would be hurt by bad people and feared she might never see her again.

Howard Yeats, hearing the cries of the little girl outside, opened his eyes, tossed off the covers, and rushed down immediately.

Witnessing the scene outside, Howard Yeats was terrified.

"Nicole."

Howard, his face like purgatory, ran to the male dog, grabbed its neck without fear it might let go of the girl and turn to bite him. With his other hand, he took out a gun, pressing it to the dog’s forehead, and with a bang, blood sprayed from its head.

The male dog released Nicole.

Howard Yeats flung the dead dog several meters away and reached down to scoop up the little girl, cuddling her sorrowfully.

"It’s over, Nicole, it’s over. The bad dog’s dead; Uncle Yeats shot it."

"Wah... Uncle Yeats..."

Nicole clung to Howard Yeats, sobbing in his arms.

Howard Yeats felt the wetness on Nicole’s back, and when his fingers brushed away, he was heartbroken. Her nightshirt was torn, and her soft back was scraped in several places.

Howard Yeats’s first instinct was to pick Nicole up and take her for treatment.

After a few steps, a question suddenly occurred to him.

Why was Nicole looking for him this late at night? Could it be Ivy...

"Uncle Yeats, hurry and save my mommy. A bad person broke into our room, wuwuwu..."

Howard Yeats suspected as much, and hearing Nicole’s words made his heart tremble fiercely.

"President Yeats, what happened?"

The bodyguard, hearing the commotion, rushed over soon after.

"Take good care of Nicole for me." Howard Yeats handed the little girl to the bodyguard. "She got bitten by a dog. Take her for a rabies shot and tend to her back injuries immediately."

"Yes."

The bodyguard gently took Nicole into his arms.

"President Yeats, where are you going?"

Another bodyguard asked.

Howard Yeats ignored him, rushing towards where Ivy lived.

Ivy’s door was open, with no lights on inside, shrouded in darkness.

"Ivy."

Howard Yeats felt a sense of foreboding, calling softly inside, but there was no response.

"Damn."

Howard Yeats quickly turned around, dashed downstairs, and searched frantically everywhere, but Ivy was nowhere to be found.

Howard Yeats punched the wall, and instantly his knuckles bled profusely. He was filled with regret, why hadn’t he arranged for bodyguards to keep watch downstairs at night? Why hadn’t he originally moved into Ivy’s building?

If they had been on guard, if he’d lived there before, things would be different now.

"President Yeats, don’t hurt yourself. Ms. Linden is a good person, and heaven will protect her. She’ll be okay."

The out-of-breath bodyguard ran over to persuade him.

"Yes, she’ll be fine."

Howard Yeats forced himself to calm down. Who would abduct Ivy in the middle of the night?

Suddenly, Howard Yeats thought of Samuel Lockwood. He’d driven Samuel away during the day, and that bastard surely wouldn’t let it go.

Instantly.

A sense of relief flooded Howard Yeats.

If Samuel Lockwood took Ivy, there was no immediate threat to her life.

"Send out the notice. Let me know immediately when Samuel Lockwood returns to Ravenswood."

"Yes."

Howard Yeats’s phoenix eyes gleamed coldly.

Samuel Lockwood, you beast, abducting Ivy in the middle of the night, didn’t you think it would scare Nicole? Now not only is the child terrified, but she’s also been attacked by a vicious dog.

Do you even deserve to be a father?

Howard Yeats inhaled deeply, yet the flame of anger in his heart remained unquenchable.

Tonight he couldn’t return to Ravenswood; Nicole was injured and shaken. He had to wait until after she received treatment and slept to take her back.

The next day.

Nicole woke from a nightmare: "Mommy, don’t hurt my mommy."

A pair of warm little hands held hers: "Nicole, little sister."

Nicole saw a handsome little boy and was momentarily stunned: "Timmy brother? Ian brother?"

Which brother was this?

"I’m your Timmy brother. Your Ian brother is here."

Timmy Monroe pointed to the little boy sitting on the sofa.

Ian Keane had his back to her. Upon hearing Timmy’s voice, he turned to glance at Nicole, sweeping his gaze over her, showing no warmth, before resting his eyes on Timmy. Only then did his dark eyes gradually warm.

Nicole felt something indescribable.

"Timmy brother, why am I here?"

"Uncle Yeats brought you over, asking my mommy to take care of you. He had something to do."

Ivana Monroe walked over with a cup of warm milk, looking at Nicole with gentle eyes. The little girl’s eyes still held fear, her calf was bitten severely by the dog, and her back had a large piece of skin abraded.