Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 1198

About ten meters away from the ward’s entrance, Tyrone stopped. He whispered to Jennie,

“Don’t watch,” then gave his men a signal.

Jennie obediently squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head away.

Tyrone’s bodyguards moved with remarkable agility, swiftly closing in on the two leaders

and efficiently subduing them.

The commotion outside had caught the attention of those inside the ward. Rita furrowed

her brow and rose to her feet.

“Fenton, what’s happening out there?” she called out to the lead guard stationed by the

door.

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However, before Fenton could respond, Tyrone’s bodyguards swiftly bound and gagged

him, reducing his voice to a muffled whine.

Sensing trouble, Rita was about to come out to have a look, but the door swung open.

Tyrone casually entered with Jennie in his arms.

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Rita was stunned, her eyes widening as she fixed her gaze on him.

“Tyrone? I didn’t expect you to come so soon.”

Tyrone remained composed.

“I’m here for Jennie. She was pushed down the slide at the amusement park. I understand

that you had asked Sabrina to apologize to your son. You seem to care deeply for your

child, Mrs. Fowler. I hope you can understand my concerns.”

Rita’s expression shifted.

“He didn’t mean to do that. Besides, Jennie isn’t hurt. My son has a congenital asthma

condition and had a relapse. He’s frail. Why must you make an issue out of this?”

Without saying anything, Tyrone turned to his bodyguards and signaled them with a wink.

Two bodyguards immediately walked toward the bed.

Rita positioned herself protectively in front of the bed. Her gaze fixed on Tyrone as she

exclaimed angrily, “How dare you! Are you devoid of any compassion? You can’t do this to

my son!”

“Can’t I?” Tyrone raised an eyebrow and nodded to the bodyguards to continue.

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Two bodyguards stepped forward. One pulled Rita away while the other approached the

boy on the bed.

“Aren’t you afraid of making an enemy of the Fowler family?” Rita hissed.

“Not really,” Tyrone replied.

For a considerable time, he had regarded the Fowler family as his adversaries, a feeling

that grew when Blayze inexplicably started targeting the Blakely group.

On the bed, Nicol huddled in a corner, his face pallid.

As the bodyguard moved closer to extract Nicol from the bed, Rita couldn’t bear it and

shouted, “Stop!”

She narrowed her eyes at Tyrone and restrained her anger.