Take Control of Yourself, Please novel (Anna and Liam)

Chapter 27 His Punishment



Chapter 27 His Punishment

Anna reached back and hit the man behind her several times. "You asked me what I'm feeling guilty for? Get out. Don't do this..."

"You’re not even cheating, so what are you afraid of!" Anna wondered how could Liam have said that so confidently.

"This isn't cheating? Get out. Quick, get out.... Ah..." She was in a lot of pain.

Liam clutched tightly onto her soft shoulders, hugging her tight so she could not escape.

"Are you married?"

Anna was speechless.

"You're not even married, so what are you afraid of! And even if you are, you can always divorce him!" Liam was actually enraged. He used Anna as an outlet for his wrath.

Anna was in so much pain that she had lost all her strength. Her hands clung desperately onto his steellike arm.

"I want you to remember this: you are Liam Ackman's woman!” Liam thrust even harder. "Don't forget it. This is my punishment for you!" "Ah..."

Bryan came out of Liam’s room and returned to Anna's, ready to force Ryan into spilling Anna's location.

Just then, Ryan's shouts sounded from within the room. "Why won’t you let me out? Don't you know who I am? You are illegally detaining me, don't you know that?”

Ryan had already put on his clothes. His handsome face was covered with green and purple patches. He was bruised beyond recognition.

He even demanded to be sent to the hospital and to have the Dawson family pick up the tab.

Bryan was about to run up to Ryan and beat him up again, but the spectating guests hurriedly held him back.

Grandmother Dawson knocked her cane against the floor as a warning for him to stop, but Bryan had lost all ability to think straight. No one could get through t o him.

He pointed at Ryan and yelled, "This is the Dawson family mansion, so only my words matter! I am the son of the Dawson family, future man of the house! Ryan Sanchez, don't even think about leaving before this situation is sorted out and Anna is found!"

Ryan was also in a fury. Previously, he did not dare to utter a word because Bryan was plummeting him to death, but since there were so many people holding Bryan down this time, Ryan knew he could not lay a finger on him. His words became painfully insulting.

"Bryan Dawson, rather than screaming your heart out here, why don't you go look for your fiancee properly for once. Maybe she had run away with some man on the streets!"

Bryan clenched his fists, his veins popping. He pounced toward Ryan again.

The guests quickly held him back. The situation was i n a huge mess.

Grandmother Dawson had no choice but to yell, "Quiet! That's enough!"

The moment Bryan heard his grandmother's voice, he finally quieted down. Panting heavily, he glared at Ryan with a death stare.

With the help of Amelia, Grandmother Dawson slowly shuffled toward Bryan with her cane in her hand.

Suddenly, she raised her hand and slapped Bryan across the face.

Bryan fell into a daze and so did all the people watching.

"Don't you know what kind of lady Anna is?" Grandmother Dawson scolded. The crowd fell into a curious silence.

"Anna would never taint our name like that! You even barged into your uncle's room to search for her! You... Y

-y-you's gonna be the death of me. Do you want the whole world to laugh at you? You thought that Anna had... she had..."

Grandmother Dawson gasped for air. She clenched her chest painfully.

Everyone was shocked. They quickly went up to Grandmother Dawson and started yelling frantically.

"Grandma, grandma..."

"Madam Dawson..."

Grandmother Dawson was rushed to the hospital.

When Liam arrived at the hospital, she had already been moved from the emergency room to a ward. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

A doctor was explaining to the Dawson family the cause of Grandmother Dawson's collapse and precautions they should take.

The doctor’s name was Michael Hart. He was an attractive man with a pair of frameless glasses. He appeared quiet and good-mannered. He had an odd habit of adjusting his glasses with his index finger.

"The patient suffered from a sudden heart attack.

Luckily, she was sent here in time. Her condition is stable now, but she must be admitted for a few days so we can monitor her condition. The patient is quite old, so you must ensure she has a good diet and proper rest. Also, try to avoid emotional shocks."

Micheal was not like the other doctors-he did not bow down and kiss up to the Dawson family when he

saw them.

Instead of acting in an obsequious manner, Micheal was calm and unfazed. His composure actually made him appear more respectable.

When Micheal saw Liam, he merely nodded at him before turning away and exiting the ward.

Amelia greeted Liam then followed Micheal to his office, claiming that she wanted to know more about her grandmother's condition.

In the office, Amelia subtly leaned toward Micheal.

In a soft voice, she asked, "Dr. Hart, has anyone ever told you how handsome you look? Or that you look like a movie star? There's this celebrity that looks just like you! Coincidentally, that man is my idol."

"No," Micheal replied simply, then continued to flip through a patient's file.

Amelia leaned in closer, yet Micheal did not even glance at her. She felt defeated.

"You all better take good care of my grandmother, otherwise, I'm afraid even the hospital can't afford to compensate us!"

Having said that, Amelia flung open the door and left.

In the corridor, she crossed her arms and fumed," You're just a measly doctor! How could you be so haughty!"

How dare he ignore the precious daughter of the great

Dawson family!

Bryan heard his sister’s rants. He knew what kind of woman Amelia was-as long as there was an attractive man in sight, she would surely try to seduce him.

In high society, daughters of rich families had all grown bored of typical relationships. They craved for challenge and excitement. On the surface, they may appear beautiful, classy and elegant, but in reality, they all had their own messed up ways of doing things.

Bryan snickered.

The moment Amelia looked up, she was met with Bryan's scornful smirk. She held her head high and marched toward him in her high heels.

"What are you laughing at!"

"Nothing much. It’s just that I saw a disgraceful little... wh*re."

'A wh*re!

'How dare he call me a wh*re!'

The expression on her beautiful face changed abruptly. Amelia taunted, "Bryan Dawson, do you not care about your fiancee anymore! If you don't do something quick, the Dawson family name will have t o be thrown in the trash!"

Bryan's expression turned dark. "What did you say?"

"Didn't you hear me?" Amelia snickered. "I guess it’s true that a son brought in from the streets won’t be able to fill the role! It’s such a small matter yet now the whole world knows about it!"

Bryan clenched his fists tight. The veins on his arms were bulging up. He despised it the most when anyone mentioned his past.

"Amelia Dawson, watch your mouth." Bryan ground his teeth in rage.

Amelia smirked coldly. "Last night, I think I saw a particular man entering the same room as a certain someone's little sister. He went in and never left for the whole night. If Grandma finds out about this...

Hehe!"

Amelia did not continue. Her eyes shone with delight and her bright red lips curved into a tight arch.

Bryan's heart shuddered. A hint of fear emerged within his jet-black eyes.

Even so, he refuted coldly, "Don't even think about slandering me! The only person I love is Anna!"

"Oh, is it now? Chloe is in Grandma’s room right now. Let me go and ask her what exactly is her relationship with you! I'll let Grandma judge for herself!"

Having said that, Amelia hurried toward Grandmother Dawson's ward.

Bryan's heart sank. He hastily followed behind.

Amelia had never liked him. If she was to succeed in digging out this scandal, who knew what kind of false claims would she throw into the mix.

Once Grandmother Dawson was enraged, his status in the Dawson family would fall to the very bottom, despite being the only grandson in the family.


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