"WHAT THE HECK! You! You dare to block me!? Be, you—"

Henry tried to pull his hand, but it wouldn’t budge, as if the strongest person in the universe held it.

’Huh!? Why is her grip so strong? And how can she still stand firm after I pulled her!?’ His anger increased.

Henry’s face was no longer red but dark like a storm cloud.

Curious about Be’s power, Henry tried again with full force, pulling his hand to draw Be near him, but he couldn’t free it.

"STOP, Henry Donovan!" Isaac said in panic when he saw Henry try to p Be. "If you darey a finger on Be, I will never forgive—"

Isaac’s sentence stopped when he saw Be’s hand gripping Henry’s arm firmly, stopping his movement. Even when Henry tried to release Be’s grip, he couldn’t move an inch.

’Huh!? What happened?’ Isaac shifted his annoyed gaze from Henry to Be.

Instantly, his eyebrow wrinkled when he saw how calm Be was. Although she looked small before Henry, she still could parry his powerful p.

"B-Be..." Isaac muttered before he remembered to ask for help. He turned to Nick. "Hurry, Nick, help her..." he ordered his butler, standing not far from his grandchildren.

However, before Nick had time to move, he heard a howl of paine from Henry’s lips.

Isaac and Nick turned to look at him, and they both gasped in surprise. They saw Be still holding Henry’s hand, crushing his bones with her firm grip.

Isaac wondered, ’What had happened? Since when did Be have so much energy? How could she grip Henry’s hand so strongly that it caused him pain?’ He couldn’t believe what he was witnessing.

The tension in the room increased as Isaac and Nick were horrified by what was happening before them.

Henry’s howl of pain grew louder. He wanted to curse Be but couldn’t speak; the pain was unbearable.

"You want to p me?" Be’s icy tone rang in the room. "I told you before, you don’t have a chance to do that, Henry! Now, you taste my p..." she said before pping Henry with her other hand.

"SMACK!"

Her powerful p was hard enough to make Henry’s body stagger, almost falling on the hard marble when Be finally released her grip.

Henry screamed in pain even louder while stroking his hot cheek. It was so hot it felt like someone had just put an iron there.

Stroking his hot cheek while trying to stand up straight, his eyes stared at Be.

"You’ll pay for this, Be! How dare you fight me?!!" Henry no longer held back. He cursed in annoyance while moving forward to hit Be once more.

Be was speechless, looking at her brother with his killing intent, marching to her, "Damn it, Henry Donovan! You didn’t learn anything after I beat you, huh..." she hissed.

She no longer cared about her brother and sent her powerful roundhouse kick,nding on Henry’s lower side chest with a loud crack sound, causing him to stagger a few steps back, starting to lose his bnce and look slightly delirious, before his massive body fell on the floor. Face first! And it hits the floor so hard!

"Thud!"

Another howl of pain reverberated as Henry cried out and curled up on the floor. And then he immediately tried to stand up.

"You, how dare you kick me, you bit..." Henry’s sentence was cut short as he coughed, spewing a mouthful of fresh blood.

"Cough... cough..." Another fresh spurt of blood came out of his mouth. His voice was lost entirely, unable to make a sound anymore, realizing Be’s kick had hurt him badly. He might have an internal injury.

The pain that had previously disappeared because of his irritation with his sister now slowly reappeared, tormenting him again; the pain became even more excruciating.

He had never felt pain like this before, which left him helpless; he could only groan while pressing his injured spleen.

Isaac and Nick froze in their ces, their eyes shifting between Be and Henry. They were both wondering how the petite Be could possess such immense power that it had left the towering Henry injured and slumped on the floor.

Just as Isaac was about to speak, Be’s calm voice cut through the tension, "Bryan..."

Be smiled upon seeing Bryan, who was startled in his hiding ce.

"Y-Yes, ma’am..." Bryan stammered, taken aback by Be’s awareness of his presence. He had been sneaking into the house and hiding in the corner, ready to help her immediately. Bryan had wanted to intervene when Henry had threatened her. Still, he held back, realizing hisdy boss was in her fighting stance and ready to throw a kick at the man before her.

"You cane out and check on him for me," Be said. "Is he dying or not?"

Bryan emerged from his hiding ce, shing an awkward smile at her. He moved closer and examined Henry. After a few moments, he straightened up, standing next to Henry as he gazed at Be.

"Young Madam, he will not die. He only suffered a fracture around his spleen, but nothing gravely dangerous. And it looks like some of his teeth are missing from the falling or your p, not your kick. If I’m not mistaken, if we bring him to the hospital now, he might only need a recovery period of around two or three months to healpletely," Bryan reported calmly, shocking Isaac and Nick.

Henry almost fainted when he heard Bryan’s words. His face turned even paler when he heard about his injury.

’Hospital? Another many months to heal?’ Henry couldn’t believe that. It felt like the goddess of luck had really left him.

How did he have to go through this for the second time? His teeth clenched, and his eyes stared angrily at Be.

He badly wanted to get up and pull her hair, venting his anger, but he couldn’t move.

Every time he moved, he felt like thousands of sharp nails pierced his bones and chest. Breathing is starting to hurt.

He could only express his anger at that moment through his sharp, dagger-like gaze.