Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1966

Maryanne was stunned. Ever since she became an adult, she did not see her brother beating anyone. Even if he wanted to fight, he would hire someone to do it.

Today, she found that her brother was so fierce and handsome, which made her want to shout for him.

"Dear, my brother fought so fiercely. How did you hurt him yesterday?"

In the face of Maryanne's doubts, Milton replied, "He was unprepared."

Maryanne replied, "I see."

Milton smiled and shook his head when he saw Maryanne worshiping her brother.

However, Jarvy, who was in the interrogation room, did not have such a wonderful mood.

First of all, he couldn't use his hands because they were handcuffed.

Secondly, the two policemen who were standing behind him and watching him had skillfully blocked all his escape routes, making it easier for Hobart to hit him.

"Police!" After avoiding Hobart's punch awkwardly, Jarvy shouted in exasperation, "Are you just going to ignore me?!"

The two policemen pretended not to hear and continued to assist Hobart in secret.

Jarvy threatened, "Aren't you afraid that I will expose your conspiracy after I go out? Uh—"

Due to his distraction, he was hit by Hobart again and again. For a moment, he felt like vomiting blood.

The moment he knocked Jarvy down, Hobart felt refreshed.

Jarvy covered his face, which had been beaten up, and turned his head to glare at Hobart and the others. He said, "Once I'm released, I'll immediately go to the hospital to examine my injuries. At that time, everyone here, including those who watch the fun, would not be able to escape!"

"Is that so? I've already hit you anyway," Hobart said to himself before stepping on Jarvy's vital part!

"Ow —" Jarvy was so painful that he arched his whole body. This time, he was really going to die.

Maryanne and the other policemen were all shocked. Only Milton looked at Hobart with admiration.

Cold sweat quickly broke out on Jarvy's forehead. He gritted his teeth and scolded, "Hobart, f*ck you!!!"

Hobart kicked him in the same spot again.

He was very naughty.

Jarvy's eyes, which had been covered by his eyelashes, were bloodshot from the intense pain. His neck was raised high, like the whining of an animal before its death.

"Does it hurt?" Hobart bent down after he finished his kick and gave him a fake smile. "It's normal to feel pain. I also felt pain when I heard that my sister was nearly insulted by you beasts, but our pain is not the same."

As he spoke, he shot a glance at Jarvy's lower body.

"Hobart, Hobart..." Jarvy was in so much pain that he could not speak. He really needed a doctor now!

"Shh, you've said enough. Now it's my turn." Hobart was in a very good mood, and he did not even feel that he was committing a crime. "It's my fault that I deceived you."

"However, Maryanne just said that she had clearly refused you, and also took off her gloves and showed you her real appearance."

"No matter how angry you were, you should know that the person you should retaliate was me, not her. Unfortunately, you chose the wrong opponent from the beginning."

Jarvy covered his lower body in pain and felt dizzy, but Hobart's words still clearly fell into his ears. He hated Hobart in his heart, but he did not even have the strength to get up.

At this moment, Jarvy was no different from Maryanne, who had been surrounded and teased by the group of men after being drugged last night.

Hobart looked at his miserable state as he clicked his tongue. "Do you feel helpless and want to cry out for help? I can also say that you found someone to hit you just to frame us."

Jarvy's eyes were wide open. Pain and anger intertwined together.

"Alright, you'll have to rest here. I'll be leaving first," Hobart said as he tidied up his suit. He then nodded at the policemen beside him to express his gratitude before turning to leave the interrogation room.

Jarvy was carried away by the police. At this time, he was already in a semi- conscious state.

The reason why he didn't faint was that the pain of the lower body had been stimulating him all the time. When his legs only moved slightly, there would be a heart- wrenching pain between them. He wanted to faint.

On the other side, as soon as Hobart came back, Maryanne immediately jumped up from her chair, rushed over to hug his arm, and said with admiration and excitement, "Brother, you're amazing!"

Hobart looked at her smiling face and could not help but think, "How long has Maryanne not smiled at him like this?"

"I have vented your anger for you. Now accompany me to see the leader in the police station."

"What's the point of meeting the leader?" Maryanne heard from Milton that Patrick's brother was in a very high position in this station, so she'd better not meet him.

Seeing that Maryanne was nervous, Hobart could not help but say, "Little fool, how do you think I entered the interrogation room? How could I beat Jarvy up? Do you really think that beating people is not legal in this society?"

Maryanne was suddenly enlightened. "Ah! Brother, you mean..."

"As long as you know it, don't say it out loud," Hobart reminded his overly innocent sister.

Maryanne immediately pursed her lips.

Hobart looked away and said to the police who brought him into the interrogation room,

"Sir, could you please take us to see your leader?"

Not only did Owen promise to send someone to the villa where he rescued Maryanne last night to conduct a thorough search, but he also promised that he would not blame Hobart for beating Jarvy.

Hobart suddenly felt that Owen was much more pleasing to the eye than his younger brother.

Of course, he was also aware that Owen was only doing this for Milton, which was related to Amelia.

When Hobart thought of how the "Madam Amelia Ramsay" who had to be respectful of him back then had now become someone who was protecting him, he felt that fate was simply too amazing and he had no choice but to admit defeat.

After coming out of the police station, Maryanne looked at Milton and asked, "Dear, what should we do next?"

Hobart thought, "Why didn't my sister ask me, but that cripple?”

Milton said clearly, "I want to make an appointment with the best lawyer in Northville first, and then wait for the results of the search of Owen to come out. By the way, Maryanne, isn't the name of the drug recorded on your medical record? This is also the evidence, and you can't lose it."

"Alright," Maryanne replied obediently.

Hobart snorted.

Maryanne immediately asked, "Brother, do you have anything else to add?"

Hobart thought for a moment and realized that there was nothing else. He could only repeat the old saying, "Well, during this period of time, you should stay with me at home, lest the Tomson family take the opportunity to take revenge on you."

Maryanne took a step back and stood next to Milton. "Brother, even if I want to stay at elsewhere, I'll stay at my dear's place."

"No!" Hobart rejected flatly.

"Why? He protected me this time, and I believe that he will be able to protect me every time in the future." Maryanne looked at Milton with dependence.

At this moment, even the awe- inspiring Hobart had to stand to one side.

Milton nodded and said, "As long as you want, you can stay as long as you want."

"I don't agree to that!" Hobart stretched out his hand and pulled Maryanne behind him to protect her. "You're just a cripple, and you can't even take care of yourself, yet you still want to take care of Maryanne?"

Maryanne shouted behind him, "Brother! Milton is not disabled! If you say him like this again, I'll be angry!"

Hobart turned to look at her and said, "I've just taught Jarvy a lesson for you. What about him? What did he do for you? He was just watching from the side!"

Maryanne said confidently, "That's because you went in to beat him without giving him a clear explanation. Besides, Milton is still recovering. How can he fight with the bad guy like you?"

Hobart thought, "Is it really good for you to be so biased, younger sister?"

The discussion between the three of them came to a stalemate. At last, Milton said, "We'd better let Maryanne stay in the hotel. Your people have been monitoring her from outside. The staff of the hotel is not allowed to reveal Maryanne's room number. The Tomson family would have no way to make trouble for her."