On the dark gray courtyard wall, three tall and sturdy figures moved one after another, occasionally with a few ginkgo leaves falling.
Seth Sutton had his hands in his pockets, following behind Simon Forrester, talking incessantly about how he didn’t get the chance earlier to pin the Grant brothers down for payback after being beaten himself the last ti.
As he spoke, Simon Forrester suddenly paused and stopped in his tracks, and Seth, not noticing, bumped right into Simon’s back.
"What’s up?" he asked, rubbing his forehead.
Simon Forrester turned around.
The streetlamp cast a shadow on his face, making his expression unclear, only his tense outline and the tight clench of his jaw visible.
At this mont, Seth suddenly admired this man.
To dare challenge Zachary Grant alone and beat him up to the extent he did, there’s probably no one else like Simon Forrester in this world.
Seth suddenly understood why this man made Sienna Thornton utterly devoted to him. Because he possessed those primal qualities that attract won—strength, courage, a sense of security. Not just won, even n can’t help but admire him.
"Thanks for tonight." The man’s voice was low and hoarse.
Seth was stunned for a few seconds, then smiled and said, "No need to thank , we’re family. Though I’m usually not too fond of you, we’re brothers-in-law, and ssing with you is like ssing with !"
"I’ll rember this favor tonight!"
Seth chuckled, "You’ll have a chance to return the favor one day!"
Simon Forrester smiled, turned around, and headed towards the old house.
Seth followed him.
Quentin Thorne looked on appreciatively at the backs of his two sons-in-law.
Though they faced off against the Grant Family tonight, this event seed to make the young n understand the importance of family unity, yielding greater benefits.
The three of them entered the inner courtyard of the Forrester Family’s old house one after another.
Old Master Forrester stretched his neck out from beneath the corridor, looking towards the direction of the Grant Family’s old house. Seeing Quentin Thorne and the others co in, he hurriedly asked, "Is soone causing trouble while drunk next door?"
Quentin Thorne glanced at Simon Forrester, who was opening the door to the East Wing, and quickly stepped forward to invite Old Master Forrester inside: "The young ones drank too much, but it’s all settled now."
The elderly man asked worriedly, "Is anyone hurt?"
"No, no." Quentin Thorne forced a smile, "Co, Uncle Forrester, let’s go inside and have so tea."
...
With a "click," the latch on the door was removed, and with just a light push from Simon Forrester, the door was pulled forcefully open from within.
In an instant, a scent of refreshing softness hit him from the bedroom, a familiar and cherished sll. It made him feel at ease.
Under the dim light, Sienna Thornton’s tear-stained little face had eyes so red they seed to bleed. The mont she saw him co in, she ran up and cried, hugging him tightly, her hands frantically feeling him: "Are you hurt anywhere?"
After checking his back and abdon, she went to touch his face: "You’re red here..."
He embraced her with one hand and used the other to close the door. Just as he withdrew his hand, a stark red caught her eye.
Even in the dim room, she could clearly see that his right hand was covered in blood, already coagulated in clumps, sticking to his hand.
"Your hand, darling..." Her tears fell like rain, her hands trembling as she lightly held his right hand, wanting to check the injury yet too afraid to touch it.
He still managed to smile nonchalantly and simply picked her up. She was startled and tried to wriggle free: "Your hand is injured! Don’t carry , put ..."
But before she could finish, he had already set her down on the sofa. He turned around and rummaged through drawers until he found a box of iodine swabs and a few band-aids.
"Here, help clean up my hand," he said, handing her the iodine swabs.
Monts ago, she had been crying with blurred eyes; now she wiped her tears away with the back of her hand, mustering up her strength, and carefully opened the iodine swabs, beginning to clean his blood-crusted right hand. When the crust fell away, the wounds beneath were shocking. One cut after another, so of them worryingly deep.
Her tears began to flow uncontrollably again as she dressed his wounds: "Did they use a knife on your hand? Why so many cuts...?"
"It’s nothing like knife cuts; just got injured by so glass," he laughed, lifting his other hand to pat her hair, "When I burst into the Grant Family living room, Zachary Grant was standing in front of the television gesturing wildly. I swung a punch at him, and when he dodged, my hand smashed through the TV screen."
He didn’t want her to know about the earlier brawl at the Grant Family’s, but his hand injury couldn’t be hidden, so he resorted to a lighthearted tone.
Even though he spoke indifferently, she knew how dangerous it had been. As she applied the band-aids, her tears dropped one by one onto his jeans, staining the faded denim with wet dark spots.
He had a smile on his face, different from the serious expression he wore outside. Once inside the room, all he showed was smiles. He didn’t want her to worry or for the atmosphere to beco heavy.
When the last band-aid was in place, he pulled her into his embrace, holding her tightly. His injured right hand gently caressed her soft black hair, and his warm lips kissed her cold earlobe.
She buried her face in his neck, silently crying, her tears and snot wetting his entire neck.
She whimpered, "If you’re hurt, what will my son and I do?..."
He suddenly rembered the fall he had a few years ago on the construction site.
When he regained consciousness, she had also held him like this, crying until she couldn’t stop. At the ti, she said that if anything happened to him, she’d find a way to have his child, remain unmarried for life, and raise their child alone...
Yet in the blink of an eye, their son was already over seven months old.
Over the five or six years since their relationship beca official, she had been thoroughly worried about the Forrester Family, about him, and about their small family. How could he not be willing to give his life for such a woman?
As mories flooded back, his heart ached with tenderness, and he petted her hair lovingly, softly but firmly saying, "For you and our son, trust , I’ll live a long life."
"Then I will live to a hundred too! Otherwise, if I go before you, you’ll definitely marry again!"
He bent down to kiss the tear marks beneath her eyes: "I’ll leave with you, won’t marry again..."
She said nothing more, sobbing quietly in his neck...
...
After leaving the Forrester Family living room, Quentin Thorne waited for Simon Forrester and his wife to leave together, while Seth Sutton headed ho on his own.
His car was parked in front of the Grant Family’s old house, and before retrieving it, he deliberately took a stroll around the Grant Family’s house.
Servants were busy cleaning up the ss, and Zachary Grant along with the Grant brothers were nowhere to be seen. He casually stopped a servant to ask and learned that Old Man Blackwood had taken them away.
He then wandered around, checking if there were any hidden destructive items. When he reached the backyard, he suddenly heard the sound of a man and woman talking.
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