The Grants: Choosing One Between The Two-Chapter 87: Henry Jennings Knocks Jayden Grant Unconscious
Yvette Aston looked at Jayden Grant in terror, her voice trembling. "No... don’t hurt my brother."
"Yvette, I’ve told you, if you don’t behave, I will definitely make the people around you suffer for you." Jayden Grant trapped Yvette in his arms, gripping her chin tightly. "This time, watch carefully."
"Jayden Grant... you’re a bastard..." Yvette’s voice trembled as she spoke. "You can’t hurt my brother, Ethan Grant... Ethan Grant said he would take care of me."
Yvette’s voice trembled, hoping that bringing up Ethan Grant might make Jayden Grant hesitate.
But she didn’t expect it to directly provoke Jayden Grant.
"You really are cheap." Jayden Grant dragged Yvette into a small room nearby. "Have you slept with my brother?"
Yvette bit her lip, looking at Jayden Grant with hatred. "You have no right... no right to ask me."
"I have no right? Yvette, how cheap can you get?" Jayden Grant sneered, pulling Yvette’s clothes forcefully. "I truly regret not touching you back then."
Yvette’s whole body was trembling, the places where Jayden Grant touched her burning in pain.
"Aren’t you disgusted?" Yvette cried, questioning angrily.
"Yes, it’s disgusting..." Jayden Grant retaliated by biting Yvette’s neck. "But since Ethan Grant doesn’t care, why should I care?"
Ethan Grant wanted to humiliate him through Yvette? Ha... dream on.
"Jayden Grant... would you only let me go if I die?" Yvette slowly knelt on the ground, her fingers trembling as she clutched Jayden Grant’s clothes. "Spare my brother, I beg you."
"I won’t let Caden Summers go, for the harm he did to Charlotte, not even dying ten thousand times and chopping off his hands would ease my hatred!" Jayden Grant pinched Yvette’s chin, forcing her to look outside the door. "Break his hands for me."
The bodyguard pulled out a knife. "Sorry about this."
"No!" Yvette cried and struggled, rushing out of the yard, pushing away the person about to take action.
"Jayden Grant! The person who wronged you is me... I’m returning it to you..." Yvette picked up the knife on the ground and, without hesitation, cut open her own wrist. "Not enough, isn’t it?"
Yvette continuously cut her wrist, dark red blood gushing out, a shocking sight.
"Bastard, I’ll kill you!" Caden Summers screamed hysterically, breaking free from restraint and beating the person who trapped him mercilessly.
Yvette, face pale, retreated, cutting her own wrist forcefully as she did.
Jayden Grant stood rigid in place, watching Yvette’s frenzied state, his heart aching as if it would burst.
What exactly did he want Yvette to do? 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚
"Young master... that, that woman is crazy, right? She’ll die, won’t she?" The bodyguard was terrified, trembling as he asked.
They certainly didn’t want a life lost.
Caden Summers, driven mad, fought back those around him, knocking out his captors, stumbling to his feet, and rushing to Yvette, gripping the knife in her hand firmly.
"Give me the knife." Caden Summers, his eyes red, held the blade with his trembling hand.
Yvette looked at Caden Summers absentmindedly, seeing his blood dripping down the knife, she let go in fear.
Her vision went black, and Yvette collapsed weakly into Caden Summers’s arms. "Brother... I’m so tired."
Caden Summers’s throat burned, his Adam’s apple moved, but he couldn’t speak comforting words.
Unless he killed these people, he didn’t know how else to protect Yvette and Summers.
"Let’s go to the hospital." Caden Summers suppressed his trembling, wrapping Yvette’s wrist tightly with a piece of clothing. "Brother will take you to the hospital."
"Summers..." Watching the direction of the door and hearing Summers’s heart-wrenching cries, Yvette slowly raised her hand. "Brother, take good care of Summers."
She was so tired, truly so tired.
Let her be freed.
Once she was dead, these people would have no reason to continue tormenting them.
"Stop pretending to die..." Jayden Grant’s voice trembled but spoke coldly. "Take her to the hospital."
"Get lost!" Caden Summers glared at Jayden Grant with red, tear-filled eyes.
He feared he would lose control and kill him.
Jayden Grant clenched his fists. "I damn well will take her to the hospital!"
"Go..." Caden Summers picked up Yvette, wanting to take her to the hospital.
Outside, hearing that Jayden Grant had returned, Ethan Grant drove over hastily, only to see Caden Summers holding a blood-covered Yvette.
Henry Jennings also came, he was worried, so he had Ben Ziegler find out Caden Summers’s address to come and take a look.
"Hospital... I’ll take her to the hospital." Ethan Grant wanted to take Yvette to the hospital.
Seeing Yvette covered in blood once again, Ethan Grant only felt his emotions somewhat out of control.
He was someone who usually wasn’t swayed by emotions, yet at that moment, he actually wanted to kill Jayden Grant.
"No need for your concern." Henry Jennings also panicked and stepped forward, wanting to take Yvette.
Caden Summers avoided Henry Jennings and handed Yvette over to Ethan Grant. "Mr. Grant... please."
Yvette had said before, Ethan Grant was different from others.
And Henry Jennings, he wasn’t worthy.
In Caden Summers’s view, six years ago, if the person who forced Yvette was Henry Jennings, he would never be worthy.
Ethan Grant held Yvette as he got into the car, looking deeply at Jayden Grant.
Jayden Grant’s hands clenched so tightly his knuckles were white, why did he have to just stand by and watch Ethan Grant take Yvette away!
But now, he didn’t dare to oppose Ethan Grant.
Henry Jennings irritably tugged at his tie, turned to look at Jayden Grant. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
Henry Jennings kicked Jayden Grant, punching him uncontrollably in the face over and over.
Jayden Grant looked at Henry Jennings with cold laughter. "Is President Jennings really infatuated with a slut? Whatever I do to her... it seems to have nothing to do with you, your fiancée is still at the police station."
Henry Jennings’s raised fist paused, the darkness in his eyes growing deeper. "Jayden Grant, are you looking to die?"
After speaking, Henry Jennings punched him again.
Jayden Grant’s bodyguards wanted to stop it, but Ben Ziegler reached out to stop them. "If our President Jennings gets hurt, you better think carefully."
Caden Summers ignored these rich people’s disputes, wrapped his hand in clothing, staggered to the door, and let Summers out, holding her tightly. "Summers, stop crying, stop crying."
Summers was crying so hard she was exhausted, crying out to find her mother.
Hearing Summers’s cries, Henry Jennings stopped his hand, got up, and kicked Jayden Grant in the stomach, walking towards Summers.
After all, Jayden Grant was a member of the Grant Family, he didn’t go all out, just knocking him unconscious.
The bodyguards took Jayden Grant away, leaving only Henry Jennings, Ben Ziegler, Caden Summers, and Summers in the yard.
"Summers..." Henry Jennings’s voice was a bit hoarse, wiping the blood from his face, he knelt half-kneeling in front of Summers. "Dad came late."
Summers was crying weakly, clinging desperately to Caden Summers. "You’re always late... I don’t like you..."
Henry Jennings raised his hand to massage his forehead, taking a deep breath. "Dad was wrong, Dad will take you to the hospital to find Mom, okay?"
Summers glanced at Caden Summers, wanting to find his mom.
Caden Summers turned to look at Henry Jennings, his voice deep. "You’re not worthy."
Not worthy of being Summers’s dad.
But Caden Summers did not stop Summers.
Ben Ziegler stood in place, hesitant to speak.
This was Henry Jennings’s own choice, he insisted on using Summers to bind Yvette, so bearing all the misunderstandings from everyone was also deserved.
