Chapter 76 Cripple His Hands

Chapter 76 Cripple His Hands

Leon clutched his stomach and struggled to his feet from the muddy puddle.

He had no idea who this man in the expensive custom suit with his cold, intimidating presence was. All he knew was that those eyes were so cold they sent shivers down his spine.

But greed gave him courage.

"Who the hell are you?" Leon wiped the muddy water from his face and jabbed his finger at Louis's nose, shouting, "I'm Elisa's uncle! It's perfectly natural for me to handle family matters! Now that she's married to a rich man, what's wrong with giving her mom's relatives some money to spend? I'm telling you, if you don't give me a million dollars today, you're not leaving!"

"That's right! Pay up!" Cindy, with her wrist twisted behind her back by Jeffrey, was still shrieking. "If you don't pay, we'll call the police and sue her in court! Let everyone see her shameless true colors!"

Louis looked down at these two fools who had no idea what they were dealing with.

Talking to trash like this was a waste of breath.

"Just now, you grabbed her with your right hand?" Louis's tone was completely flat, so calm it made your scalp tingle.

Leon didn't catch on. "So what if I did? I wanted to slap her, too!"

"Grant his wish." Louis tilted his head, glancing at Jeffrey.

Jeffrey's eyes flashed.

He flung Cindy aside, stepped in front of Leon, grabbed his right wrist with precision, and twisted it backward with force.

The crisp sound of a breaking bone cut through the pouring rain.

"Ahhh!" Leon's scream instantly tore through the rainy night.

He collapsed uncontrollably to the ground. Clutching his completely deformed right wrist, he rolled frantically in the muddy water, cold sweat mixing with the rain streaming down his face.

Cindy's wailing stuck in her throat.

She stared wide-eyed at her husband's limp, dangling hand, her legs going weak with fear. She collapsed into the puddle, trembling all over.

"Take him and get lost." Louis's voice was bone-chillingly cold. "If I see you within ten feet of her again, it won't be your hand that breaks—it'll be your life."

Cindy scrambled over on all fours and desperately hauled up the still-wailing Leon.

The two of them couldn't care less about the money anymore. Supporting each other, they stumbled away into the rainy night, not daring to look back.

The surroundings fell quiet again, with only the dull thud of rain hitting the car roof.

Louis turned around, opened the Maybach's door, and got into the back seat.

The door closed, shutting out the cold wind and rain outside.

The cabin had climate control running. Elisa leaned against the leather seat, the hem of her white shirt covered in muddy dirt, blood seeping from the scrapes on her palm.

Louis stared at the wound on her palm, the violence in his eyes not yet completely faded.

He pulled out a clean towel from beside him, but his movements were extremely gentle as he carefully wiped away the mud and sand around her palm.

"Does it hurt?" he asked in a low voice.

"I'm fine, just scraped the skin." Elisa looked at his tense jawline, her tone calm. "You didn't need to do it yourself. Having Jeffrey chase them away would have been enough. Leon's just a lowlife. If you provoke him, he'll show up every day to make a scene downstairs at The York Group. Getting involved with him will cause endless trouble."

"He's your foster mother's brother?" Louis's hands kept moving.

"Yes." Elisa lowered her eyes, her voice carrying years of weariness. "My foster mother was a very soft-hearted person. After she adopted me, Leon kept gambling and causing trouble. To help Leon pay off his debts, she worked three jobs every day. Later, she was in a car accident and was left in a vegetative state. Leon never came to see her once, and even showed up at the hospital trying to get his hands on her accident compensation money."

Louis's heart tightened.

He had investigated Elisa's past. Seeing the cold facts on paper was one thing. Hearing her say it in this light, matter-of-fact tone was another.

During those years when she most needed protection, these were the kind of terrible people she had to face.

And he not only failed to protect her, but because of Angelina's pretentiousness, he let her endure his coldness and mistreatment.

"They won't appear again." Louis threw away the blood-stained towel and wrapped his dry, broad hand around her uninjured hand, gripping it tightly.

"From now on, I'm the only one in your world."

Elisa looked up and met his deep gaze. There was undisguised possessiveness in those eyes, along with unwavering devotion.

"Drive. To the hospital." Louis ordered the driver up front.

The Maybach drove smoothly into the rainy night, speeding toward the city center.

Forty minutes later, at the hospital's emergency department.

Jeffrey had arranged everything in advance. The deputy director on duty personally brought the chief of surgery to wait in the VIP examination room.

The doctor carefully cleaned the scrapes on Elisa's palm with iodine, then carefully examined her right ankle.

"Mr. York, Mrs. York's ankle is only slightly strained, there's no bone damage."

The doctor spoke while efficiently wrapping medical gauze. "Keep the palm scrape dry for three days, apply the ointment on time, and it won't scar."

"She needs complete rest for these three days. No walking." Louis said firmly.

Elisa wanted to protest.

Tomorrow, there was a huge amount of ancient language translation work to do, and Leandro's temper would never allow delays. But meeting Louis's firm gaze, she closed her mouth.

After treating the wounds, the two walked out of the VIP examination room side by side.

The hospital corridor lights were harsh white, the sharp smell of disinfectant permeating the air.

Louis took off his suit jacket and draped it over Elisa's shoulders, wrapping one arm around her waist and guiding her toward the elevator.

Not far away, the elevator doors opened.

Two nurses wheeled out a wheelchair. In it sat a woman with her head wrapped in thick bandages, her right leg in a cast, and a neck brace around her neck.

The two groups unexpectedly met in the wide corridor.

The woman in the wheelchair looked up.


The moment she recognized Elisa and Louis, Mandy's eyes—the only part visible—widened suddenly. Fear, hatred, humiliation—all kinds of extreme emotions flashed across that brief instant.

Elisa instinctively stopped in her tracks.

Her impression of Mandy was still of that woman who was always dressed impeccably, ordering her around at the Roberts Villa.

But now this person was slumped in the wheelchair, broken and defeated, a pitiful sight.

Louis looked coldly at the woman in the wheelchair.

As if explaining to Elisa, he said lightly, "Mrs. Roberts played too many dangerous games and had a little car accident. She's lucky to be alive."

"Right, Mrs. Roberts?"