Chapter 478: A Fragile Man


    Florence’s mind instantly went nk, just thinking that they were doomed! She was tensed up and


    could vaguely see Stanford through the leafy branches. He wasing.


    In desperation, Florence wanted to cover her face, closing her eyes and just wanted to hide. At that


    moment, she was suddenly pushed from behind, and her body lurched forward uncontrobly.


    When someone jumped at Stanford suddenly, his first reaction was to take two steps backwards. After


    seeing that it was Florence, he quickly reached out his hand and held her shoulders, helping her keep


    her feet.


    “Flory, what… are you doing…”


    Stanford froze abruptly before he could finish speaking. His handsome face blushed right away as he


    let go of Florence at once and turned around. He said stiffly, “Put your clothes back on!”


    Florence was stunned for a moment before she lowered her head to take a look. Instantly, she hurriedly


    covered her chest shamefully, almost screaming out. It was so humiliating.


    Her cor had been untied, revealing a small patch of skin on her corbone, which was still bearable.


    But it was unbearable that there was a bright red hickey on it! And her messy clothes even showed


    nakedly what she was doing back there earlier.


    Having been caught red-handed by her brother, Florence just wanted to dig a hole and hide, not to see


    anyone again.


    She was so ashamed, while rence, standing at the side, had a yful smile on his face. After


    having a meaningful nce at the one behind the corner, rence curled his lips in displeasure. It was


    so unfair that he had been scapegoated. It was miserable.


    “Ahem.”


    rence coughed embarrassedly and said in an ufortable tone, “Mr. Fraser, I’ve told you not to


    go over there…”


    “You still have the nerve to say that!”


    Stanford went ballistic, turning around and grabbing rence by the cor. He then lifted him up and


    instantly smashed him against the wall. He raised his fist high, and he was about to hit rence’s face


    with ferocity. How dare this damned bastard do such a thing to his sister in the garden.


    rence widened his eyes, and he subconsciously raised his hand to block. But Stanford outran


    rence, and his fist smashed fiercely into rence’s face.


    It hurt! It was as if the bones of his face had shattered.


    rence was so depressed. He wasn’t the one who felt her up, but he was still getting beaten up! Was


    there anything more oppressive than this?


    Florence was surprised and quickly understood as she watched rence get beaten up. It turned out


    that Ernest had deliberately kissed her and left the hickey, just to let Stanford think that she and


    rence were doing something filthy inside. And that was why she was hiding and embarrassed to see


    others too.


    The fact that Stanford was also a man wouldn’t be appropriate if he continued to look inside.


    Ernest was a quick thinker, and he coulde up with such an idea in that urgent situation. The effect


    was remarkable, just that…


    It was so embarrassing.


    Florence was blushing as she red in shame at the one around the corner.


    “Florence, talk to your brother. I’m about to be beaten to death by him…”


    rence choked his words back before finish saying it. Ernest’s persona was calm and noble when


    pretending to be rence, and he would definitely not say out such a word.


    rence was so furious that not only did he have to take the beating, but he also had to helped Ernest


    maintain his persona. He was beginning to regret taking this business.


    Florence came back to her senses, seeing Stanford was grim-faced and was about to m his fist on


    rence’s face again.


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    While rence was pressed against the wall with his feet off the ground, he could not resist. He looked


    pitiful being bullied.


    Florence approached Stanford, grabbing his arm that was about to hit rence.


    “Stanford, stop. He’s going to be disfigured by your beating.”


    “How can a big guy be so fragile…”


    Stanford raised his eyes and saw that half of rence’s face was already red and swollen with blood


    on it. He might really be disfigured if he retook another punch.


    Stanford had never felt that a man’s face was necessary, and it might be more masculine with some


    scars on it. But, after all, rence was the man that his sister liked, and she would me him for


    disfiguring rence’s face.


    Stanford tightened his fist and then withdrew his hand in displeasure. His other hand too let go of


    rence’s cor, taking a step back, and his tone was unsatisfied.


    “Aren’t you very good at gun shooting and car racing? But your body is too weak.”


    rence was speechless. He covered his face and wailed in his heart. What did it matter to him? He


    was not only weak, but he also couldn’t shoot and even not dared to watch a car racing.


    But he still tried to smile, saying, “I’ll have more workout to build up my body.”


    Only then, Stanford was slightly satisfied, looking at Florence, and said to rence icily, “Come inside


    and put some ointments.”


    Putting medicine on him after beating him? It was so emotionally exhausting for rence. But he still


    kept a smile on his face, “Okay.”


    No matter what the reason was, it was fine as long as Stanford left here. After saying that, rence


    walked over with enthusiasm.


    However, Florence didn’t want to leave as she still had so much to say to Ernest. She dawdled and


    stood still, trying to wait for them to go.


    But how could Stanford forget about her?


    After walking a few steps, Stanford turned around and looked at Florence, who froze at the spot, and


    asked, “Flory, why aren’t you moving?”


    Florence had a guilty conscience, rolling her eyes, pointing at her feet.


    “I sprained my leg just now. You guys leave first. I’ll catch up with youter.”


    Stanford frowned instantly and walked to her nervously.


    “You sprained your leg? Is it serious?”


    Florence was afraid that Stanford would identally see Ernest, who was hiding, and she hurriedly


    moved two steps forward, blocking Stanford’s way. She said, “It’s not serious. It just needs some rest


    and I’ll be fine.”


    “You had sprained your leg. Don’t walk.” Stanford uttered sternly.


    With that, he walked straight up to Florence and reached out, wanting to carry her. But before he could


    touch her, he saw the hickey that loomed on her neck, and his movement was stiff again.


    Although Florence was his sister that he loved the most, she was already grown up and had a man of


    her choice. It wouldn’t be good for him to carry her again.


    So, Stanford stepped aside and said stiffly to rence, “You carry her in.”


    rence, who was covering his face, was speechless. His face was still hurting, and now he still had to


    do the hard work for him?


    Furthermore, Ernest was still there, so rence didn’t have the guts to carry Florence too. Otherwise,


    Ernest would kill himter.