Beaten into submission, Ryan clutched his head, no longer daring to mouth off.
“I sent her back to the Miller family two months ago. I haven’t seen her since. Why are you asking me? Go to the Millers!”
Daniel refused to believe it. He raised his fist again, ready to strike, when Ryan screamed for his butler.
“If you don’t believe me, check the surveillance. This was two months ago. That day, she looked so sour I couldn’t stand it. I gave her a beating and had her thrown out.”
Daniel stared at the footage, unblinking.
Ryan wasn’t lying.
But the longer he watched, the paler Daniel’s face became, his eyes gradually reddening.
“She’s a woman. How could you beat her so viciously?”
Ryan choked under Daniel’s grip, but still sneered.
“What’s this? Feeling sorry for her?”
“If your wife sees you care this much about another woman, won’t she get jealous? She might even kill someone.”
Daniel rolled up his sleeves, yanked off his watch, and pummeled him mercilessly this time.
I floated not far away, watching.
So, Daniel had always known I was beaten.
But he had clung to the belief that Ryan, for the sake of appearances between the Brooks and Miller families, wouldn’t strike too hard.