Chapter 89
Eric sneered. âThatâs too much? Once you know what Tyler Hart is capable of,
you will know what it means to be âtoo muchâ.â
Mandy sobered and muttered, âEric, are you under that b*tch, Vicky Shawâs
spell as well? You kept siding with them and even agreed to break my armâ¦
Just you wait! Iâm telling Grandpa!â
Eric did not bother arguing with Mandy and took out his phone to call old Master
Simmons right away.
The call was immediately answered and old Master Simmons said hoarsely,
âEric, how was it?â
Enter titleâ¦
Eric put his phone on speaker and said, âTyler Hart wants Mandy to kill her dog
and wants us to break one of her arms.â
Old Master Simmons was instantly relieved. âEric, itâs a good thing that you are
here, otherwise, not only will Mandy lose her arm, she will drag the entire family
down with her!â
Feeling extremely frustrated at old Master Simmonsâs words, Mandy screamed,
âGrandpa, Iâm not the one who bit Vicky Shawâs hand and Tyler wants to break
my arm! Isnât that too much to ask?! Vicky is just the daughter of a fallen family
and Tyler doesnât even like her. He only did this to bully our family into obeying
himâ¦â
Before she could finish, old Master Simmons interrupted her and shouted,â you
still feel no remorse for what you did! Do whatever Tyler Hart asks you to do!
Also, stay away from Vicky Shaw. If anything happens again, I am kicking you
out of this family!â He then proceeded to hang up.
Mandy and Scott stood still in the cold breeze as they did not anticipate old
Master Simmons to agree with Eric.
Scott turned to Eric. âWhatâs going on? Rumor has it that Tyler Hart doesnât like
Vicky at all. Why would he be so angry about this?â
Eric shot his cousins a cold look. âConsider yourself unlucky to hurt Vickyâs
hand.â
âHand?â Scott repeated in confusion. âWhat about her hand?â
âDonât ask questions you donât want the answers for. Forget about other people.
Just make sure that your sister stays away from Vicky. If you cause any more
trouble, the Simmons family will cut you off.â
After that, no matter how many questions Mandy and Scott threw Ericâs way, he
refused to answer.
⦠i
Once the Simmons left, the mansion returned to silence, and Vicky turned to
look at the man next to her. âBreakfast is ready. Letâs eat.â
He lowered his gaze at her. Noticing that she seemed to have resumed fawning
over him, he wordlessly walked toward the dining room.
Relieved, Vicky walked into the kitchen and brought out a bowl of hot oatmeal.
Though the Simmonsâ visit had delayed breakfast, the oatmeal was still
steaming and when she reached for it with her injured hand, she could not help
but jolt.
Crash!
The bowl fell onto the ground and shattered into pieces. Before she could
register what had happened, her wrist was grabbed and she heard a husky
voice growling, âVicky Shaw, what do you think youâre doing?!