Chapter 243 Who Hit Her?


    Yvonne was stunned and swiftly checked her screen." Henry?"


    "It''s me," he answered.


    Yvonne grabbed her hair. "Is something the matter? W e can talkter. I have somewhere to go to


    now."


    "The Freys," Henry uttered.


    Yvonne was startled. "How''d you know?"


    "Sue told me about it," Henry supplied simply.


    Forcing a smile, Yvonne replied, "I see. Since you know now, that''s all. I''m hanging up."


    "Hold on," Henry called for her.


    There was a slight frown of impatience on Yvonne. " What is it?"


    "Where are you now?" Henry asked again.


    Yvonne took a glimpse at her surroundings outside the car. "I''m in the cab."


    "In the cab..." Henry repeated in a low mumble. It seemed that she was not there yet.


    "Go back,” Henry ordered.


    Yvonne pressed her lips into a thin line. "I won''t.” "Do you think that they won''t hate you more if you


    go t o them now?" Henry’s face fell at her defiance.


    Yvonne sucked in a deep breath. "I know, but I have to go there and ask about the girl''s current


    state."


    "What does it have to do with you?" Henry said, irritated, "You''re not at fault in this and you have no


    responsibility nor the duty to take care of it. If you sentence yourself just for that line, that''s what


    you''ll truly do wrong."


    "I..." Yvonne was at a loss for words from what Henry said.


    Without having to think, Henry knew that she must have her head hung low looking like she was


    wronged right now.


    "Okay, listen to me. Be good and go back. I''ll take care o f this." Henry softened his tone.


    "You? How are you going to take care of it?" asked Yvonne.


    Not answering her, Henry merely said, "You just have t o go back home."


    "No, I''m not going back." Yvonne gritted her teeth. " Whether or not I’m at fault in this, Jason''s my


    brother.


    I should go have a look as the elder sister when something this big happened. So I won''t be going


    back now. Sorry."


    Without giving Henry a chance to speak, Yvonne cut the line.


    Henry felt the spot between his brows pulsating. Why was this woman so headstrong!


    "Joe," Henry spoke up deeply.


    Joe who was driving straightened up. "Yes, Mr. Lancaster?"


    "Speed up. Drive there as soon as possible," ordered Henry.


    The woman should be arriving soon since she departed earlier than him. If he arrived anyter, she


    would have no help even if she was beaten up.


    "I understand," Joe replied and stepped on the pedal t o elerate his speed.


    Over ten minutester, the car came to a halt. Henry stretched his long legs toward the Frey’s once


    he got down from the vehicle. As soon as he came to the door, he heard a p. It was so loud even


    though there was a door separating them.


    There were only a handful of people in the Frey''s. That husband and wife could beat anyone up but


    never Jason Frey, so it was in who was the one being beaten up.


    During that instant, Henry felt extreme fury licking up from the bottom of his heart. Clenching his


    fists tightly, he red at the door in front of him before giving it a harsh kick.


    Unable to withstand his might, the wooden door gave i n.


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    The unexpected event shocked everyone in the house as their eyes swept over to the door. When


    they saw Henry who looked murderous, Mr. and Mrs. Frey as well as Jason nched. Jason Frey


    specifically hid behind his mother like a coward.


    Yvonne was the only one who did not mirror their expression. A palm over her pped cheek, she


    looked at him with reddened eyes, both surprised and rmed by his appearance.


    He was here. It meant that she had support now, and she would no longer be beaten up.


    "Did you hit her just now?” Henry spoke icily, his sharp gaze scanning everyone in the house.


    They shrunk at his piercing gaze and avoided it.


    "Is no one answering me?" Henry spoke up again, his tone dropping in temperature.


    Mrs. Frey stepped up despite her fear and chuckled dryly. "Um... that - my dear son-inw, it''s a


    misunderstanding..."


    "Misunderstanding?" Henry grabbed Yvonne over and moved her hand away from her cheek. He


    pointed at her swollen face and looked at Mrs. Frey tauntingly. " A misunderstanding will get her


    beaten up like this?"


    "Uh..." Mrs. Frey was at a loss for words.


    Yvonne hung her head. "Henry, don''t push it. I''m fine."


    "Shut up!" Henry scolded her. "I asked you not toe and you insisted. You got beaten up now


    and you keep quiet. What a genius you are... Go stand aside. I''ll teach


    you your lessonter.”


    With a tremor, Yvonne knew that he was enraged and dared not go against him, thus going to the


    side obediently.


    Henry shifted his gaze to the three Freys again. "Who hit her just now? Step out."


    "Henry..." Mrs. Frey wanted to say more when Henry growled, "Step out. If you don''t, I''ll make sure


    you regret it!"


    Hearing the threat in his words, Mrs. Frey shuddered before she subconsciously stepped aside and


    revealed Jason who had been hiding behind her.


    Not expecting his mother to sell him out, Jason was stunned for a moment. When he snapped out


    of it, Henry was already standing in front of him staring him down with a dark look.


    "Hen - Henry..." Jason swallowed, calling out to the man despite his fear.


    Henry asked, "Did you hit her?"


    Jason averted his gaze, guilty. "I... I didn''t do it on purpose. Who asked her to..."


    Thump!


    "Ah!" Jason cried out suddenly before he copsed on the floor with a contorted face. His hands


    were clutching his stomach as he rolled around, groaning and shrieking in pain. He thought that he


    was going t o die. His stomach felt like it was on fire as it throbbed and wrenched, the pain


    convulsing.


    The scene shocked everyone, including Yvonne. She did not expect Henry to beat someone up, so


    violently no less. He had kicked him down directly and with the one or two meters distance that


    Jason was flung, one could only imagine how heavy his blow was.


    "What do you think you are? What right do you have to hit her? She’s my wife. You''re not yet worthy


    to teach her a lesson!" Henry looked down at Jason who was in pain. There was no warmth in his


    domineering gaze, only a faint killing intent.


    "Henry..." Yvonne who was initially worried about Jason''s injury froze when she heard Henry''s


    words, feeling a string of honey oozing into her heart. 1


    He was seeking justice for her. He was finally standing on her side and protecting her.


    With her hands entwined together, Yvonne was overwhelmed with emotions, so much so that her


    worry for Jason vanished.


    There were still people who worried about him, however. When Mr. and Mrs. Frey recovered from


    the shock, they frantically went to check on Jason. Mrs. Frey who saw her son in pain cried out in


    heartache," Oh, my son, Jason..."


    She was loud, nearing the volume of a trumpet when she shouted. Other people staying downstairs


    and upstairs came to watch the scene when they heard her cries and asked about what happened.


    Henry felt a slight headache from these people and Mrs. Frey. Pressing between his brows, he


    growled," Shut up, all of you!"


    It was not loud but the dominanceced was undeniable. Everyone around them as well as Mrs.


    Frey mped their mouths shut without a second thought.


    When it was finally quieter, Henry looked slightly better. Taking a step forward, he stopped beside


    Jason. Thetter panicked when he looked up at Henry and scrambled to get up from Mrs. Frey''s


    arms t o kneel before Henry, kowtowing as he apologized, " Henry, I''m wrong. I really know what I


    did wrong.


    Don''t hit me."


    He wailed.


    Henry creased his brows in contempt. "Wrong? What did you do wrong?”