CHAPTER 44: CHAPTER 44: SUMMERS GOT HIT AND HAD A NOSEBLEED

Yvette Aston ran panic-stricken toward the burned house, stopped by the firefighters. "Is this your house? It’s been burning all night. If it weren’t for the neighbors waking up from the smoke, it would all be gone."

"Don’t go inside, it’s not safe yet. These old houses fall apart when they burn."

Yvette Aston knelt on the ground, fingers trembling. Her severe depression rendered her speechless during times of distress. She wanted to speak but couldn’t, wanted to lift her arms, but they seemed out of her control.

Brother... Brother is still inside.

Her greatest fear was implicating her brother.

Why... why won’t they leave her alone?

Her body trembled as she curled up on the ground, crying silently.

Why must they treat her like this?

To what extent must they torment her before they’d stop?

Does Jayden really need her dead to stop?

"My uncle, uncle is still inside." Summers cried, clinging to her mother, pointing at the room. "Sir, please save my uncle!"

The firefighters exchanged glances. "We’ve been inside, there’s no one."

Yvette Aston’s body went rigid, lifting her head helplessly at the firefighters. "No... no one?"

"It’s empty inside, you’re quite lucky not coming back last night."

Yvette Aston breathed tightly, reaching to hold Summers.

Caden Summers is alright, as long as her brother is fine.

"Summers!"

Outside the door, Caden Summers rushed in with breakfast, his face equally pale with fright.

Seeing that Yvette Aston and Summers were safe, Caden Summers finally sighed in relief, squatting down to hold Yvette Aston and Summers. "What happened?"

Yesterday, he went to the Lockwood Family’s eldest daughter’s house to apply for a bodyguard position. Who knew the eldest daughter would deliberately make things difficult, telling them to stand outside listening to a lullaby all night, only passing the assessment if they don’t fall asleep.

He worried all night about Summers being alone at home, not to mention staying alert, anxiously wishing for daylight.

"Luckily... we didn’t come back last night." Yvette Aston cried, clutching Summers tightly, slightly fearful. "Brother... I’ve offended Charlotte Summers, Jayden Grant and Stellan Aston won’t spare me."

"You actually have a bit of self-awareness."

Just as Yvette finished speaking, Stellan Aston walked in from outside.

He disdainfully glanced at the burned yard, coldly looking at Yvette Aston. "Charlotte was provoked by you yesterday, her condition worsened, and she’s been comatose ever since. Yvette... you really deserve to die."

Stellan Aston said indifferently, lighting a cigarette.

Yvette Aston fearfully hugged Summers, retreating, not daring to meet Stellan’s eyes.

She was scared, disgusted... by these people.

"Stellan, take it out on me!" Caden Summers stood up, shielding Yvette Aston and Summers.

"Caden Summers, you seem to overestimate yourself." Stellan laughed, mockingly. "You think I’ll spare you?"

Eight or nine bodyguards got off the car, immediately surrounding Caden Summers.

Caden resisted, fighting against nine, overwhelmed by numbers.

Stellan seemed to deliberately make Caden watch, stepping to Yvette, pulling her hair in front of the children. "So Charlotte lived in such a filthy slum, a life worse than death?"

Yvette Aston looked at Stellan in fear, not daring to speak.

Summers bravely tried to push Stellan away, but was mercilessly slapped.

Summers fell to the ground, not crying, yet blood instantly poured from his nose.

No matter how hard Summers tried to wipe, the nosebleed wouldn’t stop.

He didn’t want his mom to worry, turned away from her, continuously wiping the blood, but what to do.

So much blood.

"Summers!" Yvette Aston struggled uncontrollably, resisting, desperately trying to push Stellan away.

But Stellan’s strength was too great, her hair gripped tightly, unable to break free.

Yvette Aston screamed and cried hoarsely, kneeling, relentlessly begging, desperately wishing to kill Stellan, yet helplessly begging.

"Stellan, you bastard!" Caden Summers was beaten to the ground, stood to fight against nine.

He couldn’t fall, at least not before the child.

Stellan took a deep drag on his cigarette, exhaled smoke, looking down at Yvette Aston.

Yvette Aston’s eyes were blood-red, looking at Stellan with intense hatred. "You hate me so much, kill me then!"

Stellan hated seeing Yvette Aston’s eyes, once always shining, now only shadowed.

He raised the burning cigarette butt, aiming it at Yvette’s eye, intending to press.

Yvette Aston’s breath burned, staring at him, eyes growing blood-red.

Ultimately, Stellan’s hand didn’t press on Yvette’s eye, but on her face.

The burning pain made Yvette Aston jitter all over, yet endured without a sound.

Her attractive face scarred gruesomely by the cigarette butt, a shocking sight.

Stellan truly relished destroying her, ruining everything of hers.

"Charlotte said she was humiliated and molested by you, this filth!"

"Humiliated my sister, Caden Summers, how do you want to die?" Seeing Caden pressed to the ground, Stellan gripped Yvette’s throat in front of him.

Caden glared at Stellan with deep-seated hatred. "She’s lying!"

He and his mother cherished Charlotte Summers dearly, never bullied her.

But his explanation was too weak, when a bucket of dirty water splashed from the sky, how could he prove his innocence?

"Slap!" Stellan slapped Yvette, leaving her face stinging. "My sister lies? Does your sister ever speak the truth?"