Chapter 106
Maybe out of fear of jail, Arabe suddenly summoned up unusual strength. Despite three or four cops
trying to pry her off, she clung to Beatrice even tighter while wailing non-stop.
"Granny, help me! I can''t go to jail. I don''t want to!"
Just when Beatrice was about to be choked to death, Joseph, who was standing by, suddenly pped
Arabe. "Your granny is already sick as a dog. Do you want to kill her?"
Beatrice had always spoiled Arabe, but Joseph was not so gentle. Pretending to be angry, he began
to use her. "You fooled us! You made us believe Vivienne took your glory, and that''s why the
Hawthorn family is in such a mess. And now you want your granny to save you?"
The p left Arabe stunned. No one had ever hit her like this during her time with the Hawthorn
family.
While she was still dazed, the cops quickly twisted her arms behind her back, cuffed her, and pulled her
away from Beatrice.
Vivienne, noticing Beatrice''s obvious relief and heavy breathing, smirked.
Her smirk immediately caught Arabe''s venomous gaze.
"You guys say I''m guilty, right? Then what about Percival breaking Michael''s hand? Isn''t that intentional
assault? You must arrest him too!" Arabe screamed this at the cops before they took her away,
pointing to a dumbstruck Michael on the floor.
The cops were taken aback and nced at Michael''s obviously broken hand and then at Percival with
furrowed brows.
If Michael had the injury assessed, it would indeed be a ss II minor injury, which is considered
intentional assault.
"Right!" Michael gathered his wits and pointed at Percival with his intact hand. “He’s the one who did
this to my hand!”
He thought that if Percival wanted to be the future head of the Ellington family, he couldn’t have a
criminal record or have done any jail time.
Perhaps the Hawthorn family could use this to threaten Percival to back down.
Too bad for him, Vivienne simplyughed.
"What are youughing at? Can''t you take responsibility for your actions?!" Michael roared angrily.
Vivienne replied calmly, "You detained Thaddeus and prevented us from saving him. Breaking your
hand was self-defense."
As she spoke, she leisurely took out her phone and yed a recording of their previous conversation in
the hospital room.
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Upon hearing that Beatrice and Michael had abused Thaddeus and kept him locked in the bathroom,
the reporters and cops looked at Michael with scorn. And he had the nerve to report this?
Michael was taken aback. He hadn''t expected Vivienne to have recorded everything.
What he didn''t know was that Vivienne didn''t just record it; she also had a mini camera in her brooch.
She never did anything without certainty.
After listening to the recording, one of the cops informed Michael coldly. "This is indeed self-defense.
And you attacked Vivienne first; Percival just stepped in. No matter how you plead, the result will be the
same."
After that, the cops ignored him and prepared to take Arabe away.
However, Arabe seized a moment of distraction, grabbed the knife she had used to slit her wrists,
and lunged at Vivienne.
Her face was twisted in hatred, and her eyes showed her great madness. She was clearly out of her
mind.
The reporters screamed, and the cops rushed forward to protect Vivienne.
But before Arabe could even raise the knife, Vivienne kicked her away.
Arabe flew back, hitting the hospital room wall hard before falling heavily to the ground, unable to
move.
Except for Percival, everyone was dumbfounded. Who would have thought that the petite Vivienne
could kick with such force?
Arabe weighed over a hundred pounds.
Even for the men present, it would be hard to send her flying with a kick.
Arabe probably broke a few ribs when she hit the wall.
But Vivienne did it effortlessly.
Not only that, after retracting her leg, Vivienne innocently asked the cops, “This counts as self-defense,
right?”
Everyone was speechless.
Wasn’t this excessive self-defense?
Arabe was obviously infuriated by this, and she spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.
However, the cops didn''t care. The lead cop nodded at Vivienne. "Yes, this is self-defense."
He paused and then added. "Don''t worry, even though her attack failed, she can still be charged with
attempted murder. We are all witnesses."
Well said.
Upon hearing this, Arabe spat out another mouthful of blood in anger.
The cops then dragged Arabe from the floor like a dead dog.
This time, Arabe had no strength to resist. She could barely walk.
However, before she was taken away, she cast a hateful look at Beatrice, who was still "unconscious."
No matter how much Beatrice spoiled her or cared for her, it was all fake. She could abandon her
without hesitation when something happened.
Even if Beatrice couldn''t prevent her from being taken away, if she had just opened her eyes and said a
word for her, Arabe wouldn''t feel so heartbroken now.
After Arabe was taken away, Vivienne didn''t give the rest of the Hawthorn family a second nce.
She turned to Iris and said, "Take me to Thaddeus."
"Follow me." Iris snapped out of her daze from the recent twists and turns, nodded, and led Vivienne
and Percival to the adjoining room.
Joseph, left in the dust, couldn''t stomach the failure of his n today, which had even tarnished
Arabe and the Hawthorn family''s reputation.
He opened his mouth. He was about to say something, but Percival suddenly turned his head and gave
him a cold look.
That look was full of murderous intent. It was like an invisible hand was gripping his throat, making him
tremble and unable to speak.
Next door in the hospital room.
Arabe opened the bathroom door to find Thaddeus curled up in the corner of the dimly lit room,
"Thaddeus." Iris couldn''t help but rush over and tightly hug Thaddeus'' fragile body as she sobbed
uncontrobly. "It''s my fault. I''m sorry."
Thaddeus, who was naturally introverted and only began to open up after leaving the Hawthorn
Mansion, was now staring nkly. He was not speaking and was clearly frightened.
Vivienne furrowed her brows; her eyes were dark and terrifying. She realized that she was too lenient
with Beatrice and Joseph earlier. She should have broken their hands too.
"Let''s take Thaddeus home first." Percival gently took Vivienne''s hand and carried Thaddeus out of the
bathroom.
Thaddeus continued to stare nkly ahead, allowing Percival to carry him while not saying a word.
Vivienne nodded and reached out to pat Thaddeus on the head. In possibly the gentlest tone she had
ever used, she tried tofort him. "Don''t be scared. I''m here."