GoodReadHector Dixon Mitchel had been bullying Raegan with his thin lips for a long time, forcing her to affectionately address him as
honey multiple times.
Before exiting the car, Mitchel straightened Raegan's attire, his gaze fixed on her.
He said in a hoarse voice, "Take good care of yourself.
I'll be back in a few days and we can pick up where we left off.” A blush crept over Raegan's face upon hearing him.
Mitchel was still recovering from injuries, with doctors advising against strenuous activities for at least a week.
Yet he made demands almost daily.
To help him with his recovery, Raegan promised to fulfill his desires so long as he complied with medical advice.
She'd even consulted it with the doctor.
It would be fine for them to make out as long as the movements were not too violent during these two months.
If he was insistent, she’d plead with Mitchel to take it easy and gentle.
Upon reaching the nursing house, Raegan noticed the disheveled nurse, Kendra, sitting outside the ward, her face half-swollen.
When Kendra saw her, tears sprang to her eyes.
"Ms.
Hayes, I was about to call you.
A man claiming to be a relative tried to feed the patient cake.
When I objected, he grabbed my head and slapped me in the face..." Raegan's expression shifted dramatically.
She handed Kendra some money, reassuring her, "]'m really sorry for that, Kendra.
Why don't you go see a doctor while I handle the rest?" Accepting the cash, Kendra broke down, too timid to make a scene.
"I'm not sure I can continue caring for your grandmother." Desperate, Raegan negotiated, "Kendra, you've done a great Job
taking care of my grandma.
I trust your capabilities.
And I’m truly sorry for the harm you received when you fulfilled your job.
I promise you that I'll solve the problem as soon as possible.
In addition, I'll even boost your salary by three thousand a month.
Are you okay with it?” Pondering for a bit, Kendra felt a sense of conviction.
Raegan's grandmother, despite her illness, was easy to get along with.
Moreover, quitting could mean losing an employer as understanding as Raegan.
She paused before declaring, "Ms.
Hayes, the extra money isn’t necessary.
I'll stay and continue caring for your grandma." After saying that, she headed to the pharmacy for medication.
Upon opening the door, Raegan found her grandmother's room in disarray.
Shattered glass and crumpled bed sheets littered the floor.
Her uncle, Brent Hayes, stood by the bed, aggressively smearing cake on her grandmother's face.
"Damn it! Eat this! You have to eat all of it!" he shouted.
Infuriated, Raegan couldn't believe Brent would treat his own mother this way.
Without a second thought, she grabbed a cup from the bedside table and hurled it at Brent's head.
Bang! Brent let out a scream as the cup hit his head.
"Fuck! Who do you think you are, hitting me?” Clutching his head, Brent roared.
Wiping blood from the corner of his eye, he spotted Raegan glaring at him..
"Brent, get out of my face right now.
Or I'll call the police," Raegan warned.
"Call them, I dare you!” Brent retorted, his eyes defiant.
“You're the one who assaulted me, and I’m here visiting my mother.
Who do you think you are?” Just then, Kendra rushed in.
Seeing Raegan’s grandma's face covered in cake, she quickly began cleaning it with tissues.
Meanwhile, Raegan's grandmother weakly admonished, "You bastard! Don't bully Raegan." Brent touched his head, then
chuckled menacingly.
“Mom, you're clearly not seeing things right.
Who's bullying whom? I won't go anywhere until she compensates me!” At this, Raegan's grandmother nearly fainted from anger.
Feeling for her grandmother, Raegan interjected, "Brent, let's take this outside." Brent, figuring that Raegan would pay him a
hefty sum, promptly followed her out.
They exited the room and paused in the corridor.
"What the hell are you thinking?" Raegan cut to the chase.
Grinning insolently, Brent answered, “Look, Raegan.
All I'm after is some compensation.
Once that’s settled, I won't place blame on you for the injury.” Raegan arched an eyebrow.
"You sold my grandma's house for one million dollars.
What about that large amount of money?" "I've spent it all.
You know, I got a business to run.
Just fork over five hundred thousand.
Once I turn a profit, you'll get double back." Scoffing, Raegan retorted, "A business? You mean gambling?" Brent's expression
shifted.
"What are you even talking about?” "I had to change my grandma's number because your creditors wouldn't stop bothering her."
Caught in his lie, Brent gave a shameless grin.
"Alright, I gamble now and then.
But I'm really in business now.
Hand over the money, and you'll never hear from me again, I promise.” But Raegan was far from convinced.
Brent had a track record of deceit and recklessness.
He had been a troublemaker since he was young, causing troubles here and there.
He had become a middle-aged gambling addict, having sold her grandmother's house without notifying her grandmother,
Worse yet, he had blown through a million dollars in a mere month.
He was a money pit with no bottom.
"Brent, my dad also owns that house you've sold out.
Since you sold it for one million, half of that is mine.
If you promise never to bother us again, we're even.
Otherwise...
I'll sue you and get back my rightful five hundred thousand," Raegan declared firmly.
Seizing Raegan's arm, Brent shoved her violently.
"You bitch! You think you can take me to court? I'll set you straight right now!" His force sent Raegan stumbling, her hand
catching the wall to keep from falling.
"Either give me the damn money, or I'll make sure you won't see tomorrow,” Brent hissed menacingly.
"I don't have any money to give you." "Oh, don't play innocent.
You're involved with a rich guy, aren't you? I've seen his car.
It's worth a fortune.
So don't tell me you're short of money.” "What?" Raegan questioned.
Brent shot a venomous glance at Raegan and remarked, "Don't play dumb with me.
I've seen you two getting cozy in that car of his.
Now you tell me that you don't have money, you bitch!" Raegan didn't expect that Brent had kept an eye on her for a long time.
She snapped, "What nonsense are you talking about?" Growing impatient, Brent cut her off, "Enough talk.
Are you giving me the money or not?” "In your dreams! You won't get a cent from mel" Their heated exchange immediately
caught the attention of onlookers.
Just then, an elegant man in a grey suit descended a nearby staircase.
His eyes casually flickered toward the commotion.
His assistant quickly clarified, "It looks like the young woman is involved with a wealthy man.
A relative found out and is demanding money from her.” Upon hearing this, Hector responded with apathy, "That's not our
concern." A sleek, black luxury car awaited them at the entrance.
The assistant swung open the door and gestured for Hector to step inside.
Once seated, Hector leisurely rolled up the window.
Catching another glimpse, he noticed Raegan getting slapped and her hair roughly yanked by Brent, which made her seem quite
disheveled.
As Brent reached for her again, her face revealed a red, swollen appearance.
She looked utterly dejected.
"Stop the car!” Hector, usually unflappable, sounded unexpectedly urgent.
The driver brought the car to an immediate stop.
Hector exited and strolled unhurriedly toward the unfolding scene.
Raegan appeared notably fragile, her hair a tangled mess.
Enraged, Brent grasped Raegan's hair once more.
Lifting his hand, he yelled, "T'll discipline you on your mother's behalf today.
Cross me again, and I'll sell you for money!" However, before Brent could slap Raegan again, his hand was firmly held by Hector.
Hector was tall, his stature shielding against the glaring sunlight, and his eyes met Raegan's as he thwarted Brent.
"Miss, do you need any help?"
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