Chapter 259
That kid was really in for it this time.
Right on the ten-minute mark, Henry Dean burst into the police station, barely keeping himself upright. The moment he spotted the two people sitting on the sofa, a chill ran through him. He quickly bowed his head, voice trembling with fear.
“Anthony, Charlotte. It’s my fault. I haven’t disciplined Dennis well enough. That’s why he keeps messing up.”
“Dad Dennis tried to get a word in, but Henry whipped around and slapped him so hard his head snapped to the side. Before Dennis could even react, a sharp kick landed on his knee, sending him stumbling. Henry grabbed him by the collar and shoved him in front of Anthony and Charlotte.
“Apologize to Charlotte.”
Dennis had just wanted to put Shirley in her place, nothing serious. He never thought these three would show up, and he definitely hadn’t meant for things to get this out of hand. Now, with Anthony here, Dennis was actually scared for his life.
“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, I swear I know I was wrong Dennis doubled over, voice cracking as he apologized again and again.
“Charlotte, he knows he screwed up. Please, please let him off this once,” Henry begged, sweat dripping down his forehead. He knew his son had pushed things too far and was desperate for any kind of forgiveness.
Charlotte didn’t say a word. She simply handed her phone to Anthony. On the screen was video proof-Dennis’s guys roughing up Shirley and threatening her.
Anthony took the phone, his eyes darkening. He leaned close to Charlotte, his voice gentle and low. “Hey, go wait for me outside, okay?”
Charlotte looked up at him for a moment, then stood and walked out of the room. As soon as she left, Andrew and his friends glanced nervously at Anthony. The instant they caught the icy look on his face, they hurried out too.
Now, only Henry Dean, Dennis, the officer, and Anthony were left in the room.
“For the assault, do what you need to do,” Anthony said, wrapping Charlotte’s phone
in his coat and setting it on the table. His voice was cold, his face unreadable.
“Yes, sir.” With that kind of evidence, there was nothing anyone could do to help Dennis now.
“You, out,” Anthony said, looking at the police officer.
The officer hesitated for a split second, then left the room.
“Anthony.. Henry Dean dropped to his knees, eyes rimmed red. “It’s my fault. I didn’t raise him right. That’s why he hurt Charlotte. Please I’m begging you, show him some mercy. Don’t ruin his life.”
He’d already tried to get Dennis into another school. Now, he was just hoping his son could survive this.
“You’re right. You didn’t raise him well,” Anthony said, voice deep and steady. He took off his jacket, wrapped the phone inside, then picked up the fruit knife from the table and walked toward Dennis. “So I’ll do it for you.”
Dennis barely had time to react. Anthony slammed his right hand to the floor and drove the knife straight through his palm. Blood poured out, pooling on the floor.
Dennis screamed in agony.
Henry Dean was frozen in shock. Before he could even move, there was another sharp scream. Anthony yanked the knife out and stabbed it into Dennis’s left hand without any hesitation. The blade sliced through, severing vers-Dennis’s hands were ruined for good.
Anthony stood up, wiped the blood from his hands as if it disgusted him, and looked down at the two men.
“I never want to see any of you in Cabinda again. If I do, it won’t just be his hands that get ruined.”
He grabbed his coat from the sofa and walked out like nothing had happened.
The officer burst back into the room, having heard the screams. He stopped dead at the sight of all the blood.
“What happened to Dennis?”
Henry Dean sat slumped on the floor, face gray and empty. “He… he stabbed
himself. It was an accident.”
An accident? Both hands?