He Called Me A Servant, I Exposed My Identity

Chapter 4

While I stood frozen in shock for a few seconds, one of the bodyguards lunged forward and shoved Emma aside hard.

Rory spotted the men moving in to grab him, and he immediately bolted, sprinting wildly around the lobby. As he ran, he pulled out his smartwatch, fumbling to dial a number as he sobbed. "Mom! Mom! They are gonna beat me!" he cried.

The call connected instantly, and Chloe's sharp, spoiled voice blared through the speaker. "What? Which son of a b***h has a death wish touching my baby? Don't you worry! Mom and Dad are on our way right now! Turn on the speakerphone!"

No sooner had he tapped the speaker button than Chloe's booming, arrogant voice echoed through the entire lobby. She continued, "Let me see which blind fool dares lay a hand on my boy! Do you have any idea who my husband is..."

A loud smack rang out. Before she could even finish her sentence, Ethan's bodyguard swatted the smartwatch right out of Rory's hand. It slammed into the floor and shattered into pieces instantly.

Rory froze for a split second, then exploded, completely losing his mind.

He screamed and charged straight at the doctor who was busy treating Kevin, and knocked over the entire medical kit. Bandages, medicine, and tools went clattering all over the floor in a messy heap.

Even that did not satisfy his rage. He launched a vicious kick straight at the unconscious Kevin, then landed a second kick that slammed right into Ava, who was still cradling her injured boy.

"You bullied me! You broke my watch!" he screamed.

While everyone stood frozen, stunned speechless by this rapid-fire string of chaos, he suddenly came barreling straight at me, swinging his fists wildly as he pummeled me over and over. He shouted, "Bad woman! This is all your fault! I will hit you! I will hit you!"

All the pent-up rage I had been holding came bursting out, completely sweeping away what little reason I had left. I snatched his flailing wrist in one hand and lifted my other hand high, ready to strike.

Right when my palm was about to connect, a shrill female voice and a thundering roar rang out from the entrance of the hall.

Chloe shouted, "Stop right there!"

Silas roared, "Don't you dare touch my son!"

Silas and Chloe had finally arrived.

I did not pause. My raised hand kept coming, and Silas's furious voice cut through the air. He demanded, "Who gave you the nerve to hit my son? Get on your knees right now and apologize to my son before I lose my temper..."

His words died in his throat before he could finish. I had already dragged his son straight up to him. I said, "Silas, open your damn eyes and look at me. Who am I? Wake up and answer me. Do I have the guts, or don't I?"

He stammered, "I... Ivy?"