Fierce Daddy: His Million-Dollar Sweetheart-Chapter 617: Dump It for the Dogs

Paige Pierce glanced at her own legs, terrified to the point her soul nearly left her body; she almost fainted. Her legs were mangled, blood and flesh blurred under the truck’s wheel, far beyond just broken—they were utterly crushed!

The truck driver was scared out of his wits, slammed on the brakes, and ran down to see Paige Pierce lying on the ground, screaming in agony. He was both scared and furious, wishing he could kick her away.

"Are you trying to kill yourself? Crossing the road like that?" the truck driver angrily shouted. "If you want to die, go jump in a river, but don’t endanger innocent people!"

If he hadn’t been driving for over a decade, if his luck hadn’t been good that day, his truck might have overturned already. How dangerous would that have been?

The color drained visibly from Paige Pierce’s face. Her blood was flowing rapidly, yet she continued to curse at the driver.

"Who’s trying to die? It’s you who’s blind, driving without looking! You crushed my legs; I won’t forgive you. I want you to cut your legs off for me... Ow... it hurts so much..."

Tears streamed down Paige Pierce’s face from the pain, cursing the truck driver in her heart—why wasn’t it him having such bad luck?

"Serves you right, keep dreaming." The truck driver rolled his eyes at Paige Pierce, then cast a glance at the surveillance camera by the roadside. Luckily, this was the city; cameras were everywhere. Crossing the road outside of a crosswalk makes pedestrians fully responsible.

If it were not for this, this woman would surely try to sue him.

Thinking this, the driver felt much more at ease.

Medical staff placed Paige Pierce onto a stretcher, running into Owen Kane who approached.

"Wait a minute."

Owen Kane suddenly spoke.

The medical personnel paused, seeing Owen approach Paige Pierce, assuming he was there to check her injuries.

Only Paige Pierce sensed the danger in Owen Kane’s eyes: "You..."

Owen Kane didn’t let Paige Pierce finish her sentence, suddenly flipping the stretcher with force. With the medical staff screaming and Paige crying out in pain, Owen went wild, fiercely kicking Paige’s injured legs.

"Ah~ ah~ ah~ help me~"

Paige Pierce screamed in agony, tears streaming down her face.

Ivana Monroe hugged Ian Keane, covering his eyes and ears, moving to block Serena Norton and Timmy Monroe’s view.

Serena saw Ivana’s action and instinctively covered Timmy’s eyes and ears with her hands.

"Sir, stop, you can’t do that."

The medical personnel tried to pull Owen Kane away.

Owen Kane shook the medical staff off fiercely, his eyes red, roaring: "She nearly killed my two grandsons, my wife, and my daughter-in-law. I can’t touch her?"

The medical staff was shocked by Owen’s voice; they had witnessed the earlier incident themselves. This injured old woman was truly venomous to the extreme.

Owen Kane continued to fiercely stomp on Paige’s legs until she fainted from the pain. Then he stopped.

Paige Pierce’s legs were utterly useless now. How could this vicious woman stir up trouble in the future?

Owen Kane approached Serena Norton, noticing Ivana Monroe shielding her from the bloody scene. He gratefully glanced at Ivana and then spoke to Serena: "Serena, did that scare you?"

Serena nodded fearfully, then shook her head. She’d never seen Owen Kane act so "fierce" before, but she didn’t think Owen was wrong. Her subconscious told her Paige Pierce was an utterly vile person.

Owen Kane hitting Paige Pierce shouldn’t count as doing something bad.

Meanwhile, in another villa of the Yates family.

Ivy Linden stared at the sumptuous lunch; her stomach was already growling with hunger. She’d missed breakfast since she woke up late. The maid told her there was no food if she missed the time, so she was waiting here even before lunchtime.

"What are you doing?" The maid suddenly yelled at Ivy Linden: "Put that down; Howard and Miss Young haven’t arrived. You are not allowed to eat yet."

Ivy Linden was holding a piece of abalone pastry. Her stomach hurt from hunger, so she took a piece, thinking the maid wouldn’t mind since it was such a small matter.

"Please, I’m so hungry, let me eat just one piece!" Ivy Linden looked pitifully at the maid.

"No way; Mr. Howard instructed that unless he and Miss Young are here, you are not allowed to eat."

The maid’s attitude was firm. She walked over, took the abalone pastry from Ivy Linden’s hand, and tossed it into a nearby trash can.

Ivy Linden’s eyes widened—not letting her eat was one thing, but wasting food and throwing it in the trash was too much, wasn’t it?

Just then, Chantel sauntered out: "Ivy Linden, are you very hungry?"

Ivy Linden froze, hearing Chantel’s footsteps grow nearer; she said nothing, a bitter feeling in her heart.

Chantel approached Ivy Linden and chuckled: "Well, say something! Could it be that now I’m with Howard you’re too jealous to even talk to me?"

Ivy Linden frowned, her face reddening: "Who’s jealous of you?"

Chantel smiled: "Really not jealous?"

Ivy Linden pouted: "No."

Chantel lightly tapped Ivy Linden’s shoulder with her finger, smiling cheerfully: "Alright then, tell me, are you hungry now? Do you really want to eat?"

Ivy Linden could clearly feel Chantel mocking her deliberately. She wanted to deny it, but her stomach grumbled inappropriately.

Chantel laughed out loud gleefully.

Ivy Linden was extremely embarrassed, so she simply said: "Yes, I’m very hungry. Can I eat now?"

Chantel laughed and said: "No, didn’t you hear the maid? Howard and I must be here before you can eat any food."

"Chantel, I’ve treated you well. When you knocked on my door at night, I took you to the beauty salon. You had surgery inside while I waited all night outside. Is this how you repay me?"

Ivy Linden was furious. Howard bullied her, fine, but why was Chantel, whom she had helped, also bullying her?

Chantel’s face darkened, especially with the maid’s odd looks. She felt her privacy being exposed by Ivy.

"I don’t understand what you’re saying," Chantel said. "You’re attacking me personally over a bite of food? Fine! If you want the abalone pastry so much, I’ll throw it all away."

Chantel picked up the abalone pastry, handed it to the maid: "Throw it away and feed the dogs; she’s not getting any."

The maid took the pastry: "Yes, Miss Young."

Ivy Linden watched coldly; Jade was right, Chantel was not someone to help.

"What are you guys doing?" A low male voice sounded.

Chantel was startled and turned to see Howard Yeats. She put on a flattering smile and coyly said, "Mr. Yeats, you’re here?"