Griffin gently touched the injuries on my face, his voice full of murderous intent.
“How about we throw her in the Mekong River for the crocodiles?”
Ivy shook like a leaf, her words becoming incoherent:
“Mr. Grayson! This is all Scarlett’s fault! She didn’t explain clearly! She said Riley’s name was Wendy Grayson! That’s why we misunderstood! We really didn’t mean to hurt her–she brought it on herself! Please have mercy! Let me go!”
I pulled at the corner of my mouth.
Riley was our daughter’s nickname!
I lifted my husband’s wrist–besides the watch itself, he wore a bracelet made from our rings.
“She also stole our ring.”
Griffin called the nanny to take Riley away.
Without him even giving orders, Ivy started struggling violently.
The bodyguards slapped her a few times until she couldn’t resist, and quickly found my ring in her pocket.
The moment the ring appeared, Ivy went completely limp.
Damon finally snapped out of his dazed state, tears streaming as he looked at me hopefully, trying to beg forgiveness.
“Scarlett, I was wrong, I was wrong, please forgive me! Since you got your memory back, you must remember how good we used to be, how much we loved each other…”
Griffin slapped him hard.
“You think you can call her Scarlett? Call her MOM!”
The slap sent Damon staggering, gasping heavily, but he didn’t dare fight back, forcing back tears.
His lips moved for a long time before he squeezed out:
“Mom…”
Griffin stepped forward and ripped off Ivy’s earring. Her scream was muffled by the bodyguards.
“I may not be much, but people on the street still call me Mr. Grayson. I believe in returning favors! However you treated my wife, I’ll pay you back double!”
The bloody earring hit the floor as Ivy’s eyes filled with rage.
“Cut off a few fingers first! Some piece of trash thinks she can touch a ring I made myself?!”
The doctor rushed over, and my husband gently helped me back to our room.
The doctor said I was lucky–just a mild concussion and cracked ribs, no internal bleeding or serious injuries.
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Adopted a ‘Pure‘ 12–Year–Old? Her Diary Is Rated R
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Chapter 7
Griffin told me to rest well and let him handle everything.
Riley liked sleeping next to me. When she woke up in the morning, she stared at me with round eyes asking where Daddy went.
I had to carry her around the mansion looking for my husband.
Walking past the study, I heard thumping sounds through the half–open door–someone kowtowing.
“Dad! Please! Break up with Scarlett! She loves ME the most! She just forgot before, and now she only hates me because of Ivy. She’ll come back to me eventually!”
Griffin had his back to us, his voice cold as ice:
“She only loves me, and only ever will! You shouldn’t call her Scarlett–you should call her Mom!”
“I WON’T! We’re not blood–related, why should I call her Mom!”
Damon’s eyes suddenly turned vicious, slamming the floor hard with bitter resentment:
“Dad! Don’t tell me you didn’t investigate Scarlett before marrying her! You KNEW she was my girlfriend, so why did you do this! Shamelessly chasing her! Stealing your own son’s girlfriend–does that prove how charming you are?!”
“And don’t think about sending me overseas again! I’m gonna tell Scarlett the truth! She hates being lied to–won’t she hate YOU for lying too?! You knew about her past but kept it from her! You think you’re her savior or something?!”
Griffin was visibly shaking with rage, his fists clenched tight.
Damon spotted me out of the corner of his eye, his face lighting up:
“Scarlett!”
