When the Boss’ Lady Became His Sister-in-law

“What are you doing here? Kris has done five years. Isn’t that enough to penance? What more do you want?” Garner stood protectively before Kristin, fury burning in his eyes as he stared at

Vincent.

“Penance?” Vincent laughed. “How will she repay what she owes me? Maybe I should be off this little bastard?”

Kristin looked at Vincent, terrified. She knew he wasn’t joking.

Falling to her knees in fear, Kristin begged lowly and helplessly. “Vincent, I’ll do whatever you guys want. Please let me go and give me a few days. Please. I’m begging you.”

All she wanted was to return and spend some time with her kid.

Couldn’t she even have that for a few days?

“Kris! Get up! He doesn’t have the guts to do anything to us.” Garner looked at Kristin with distress.

She wasn’t like this before. The Kristin of the past was like a white rose grown in a greenhouse

but at the time…

“Really? You think I don’t have the guts to do anything to you?” Vincent laughed. “Garner, do you live under a rock or something?”

With a flick of his hand, Vincent’s bodyguards rushed forward, landing a punch on Garner.

Garner was tall and tough from years of construction work and could handle himself.

But Vincent had the numbers. Five bodyguards against one, and soon Garner was on the losing.

side.

*Stop! Vincent, Vincent, I’m begging you. Please stop,” Kristin cried, kneeling before Vincent, pleading for him to stop the beating. “I’ll do whatever you want me to do. Please spare my brother, please.”

“Don’t beg him!” Garner shouted uncontrollably, trying to save Kristin, but he couldn’t shake off the bodyguards. “If he’s got the guts, let him beat me to death.”

“I can do whatever I want to you, huh?” Vincent gripped Kristin’s chin. “You’re a slut, aren’t you?”

“Don’t touch my mom!” Summer lunged forward, sinking his teeth into the back of Vincent’s hand.

Vincent’s eyes darkened, and he raised his hand to strike the little bastard kid.

“Smack!” The slap didn’t land on Summer’s face but on Kristin’s.

Kristin pulled Summer close, watching Vincent with vigilance and anger. “Don’t lay a finger on

my son.

The Vincent before her at the time truly disgusted her. What disgusted her even more was that she had once loved this man for many years.

After seeing Kristin protecting the bastard child, Vincent’s anger intensified. “Kristin, won’t you tell me who that guy is till now? The one who fathered this bastard you’re so protective of!”

Vincent hated that Kristin would never tell him who the child’s father was.

“Kristin held Summer tightly, both of them appearing as animals, coiled and ready to strike at any given moment.”

Seeing Kristin silent, Vincent grew angrier. “Take them both back with us!”

“Kris! Summer…” Garner tried to intervene but got knocked out cold by a bodyguard’s club.

“Garner!” Kristin screamed, trying to rush to him, but she got forcibly shoved into the car.

Vincent was right. They were no match for power and influence.

In this life, they would be trampled underfoot.

The car stopped before the FitzGerald Mansion. Kristin clutched Summer tightly, eyeing Vincent warily. “What are you going to do?”

“You’re not going anywhere for a month. Stay put and get your strength back. After one month, you’re donating a kidney to Ruby,” Vincent said, getting out of the car and shaking off the blood from Summer’s bite. “Damn, this little bastard.”

“Mr. FitzGerald, did you notice it?” The driver got out, whispering into Vincent’s ear. “The kid looks a bit like you.”

Vincent was stunned, glancing back at the stubborn child in the car. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

There was a resemblance to the FitzGerald family, indeed.

But Vincent’s expression quickly darkened again, warning the driver coldly, “You talk too much!” Vincent knew he had never touched Kristin. When he and Kristin were dating, he treated her like a treasure, planning not to lay a finger on her until marriage. Instead, she couldn’t stand the loneliness and had slept with other men!

“Get out!” The nanny tried to get Summer out of the car, but the kid refused to budge like a little wolf cub.

Losing patience, the nanny raised her hand to hit Summer, but he bit her instead.

“You little beast, you dare bite me!” The nanny grabbed a broom to hit Summer.

Kristin instinctively shielded the child in her arms, taking the blow to her back. It hurt, but she was used to it.

“What’s all this noise?”

On the second floor of the FitzGerald Mansion, a man stood on the balcony with a deep voice.

The nanny turned around in a panic, apologizing. “Mr. Rhett, I’m sorry. I was out of line, disturbing your rest.”

Rhett frowned, his gaze falling on Vincent.

“Brother… what are you doing back home?” Vincent’s heart tightened. Rhett hardly ever returned to this house, but why today?

“What? I can’t come home?” Rhett questioned coldly.

Vincent quickly bowed his head. “I didn’t mean that.”

Everyone in Silvergrove City knew the FitzGerald family wasn’t just any family one could latch onto, and the whole FitzGerald family relied on Rhett.

The man, whether in capability or family background, was someone that no one in Silvergrove City dared to mess with.

Inside the car, Kristin’s fingers tensed around her child. Why did that voice resonate with such familiarity?