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Chapter 1241: Broken Hand
Aurora was pushed by her and crashed directly into the wall by the window due to inertia. Griffith Squire sat opposite and was too late to offer help, watching her hit the wall with his brows furrowing in pain.
Griffith Squire’s gaze darkened instantly. He seized Brooke Coldwell’s wrist, and without much force, there was a cracking sound, followed by Brooke Coldwell’s sharp scream.
"Mom, my hand is broken, it hurts." Brooke Coldwell’s face turned pale with pain, she collapsed to the ground, crying and shouting.
The unexpected event happened in mere seconds, and Griffith Squire acted without hesitation. Ian Coldwell and Zoe Kingston wanted to stop him but were too late.
Aurora’s mother held Brooke Coldwell up gingerly like a precious treasure. She dared not confront Griffith Squire, only cried as she looked at Ian Coldwell, saying, "Brooke just pushed Aurora a bit, nothing happened, and now her hand is broken. If there are any repercussions, how will she marry in the future?"
Ian Coldwell stood up, opened his mouth awkwardly, and said, "Son-in-law, you see, it’s just a misunderstanding, why get so angry?"
Ian Coldwell used to dare to posture before Griffith Squire, but since the border incident, when he went to see Director Fang, that old fox merely whispered that Griffith Squire is a killing Buddha; anyone who touches him dies, handle it yourself. Since then, the Coldwell Family Head lost his temper in front of Griffith Squire.
Aurora’s mother saw her husband looking so weak and incompetent, she was so angry that her whole body trembled, she gritted her teeth and scolded Brooke Coldwell, "Why are you crying, your dad doesn’t care about you, aren’t you embarrassed?"
Brooke Coldwell was dumbfounded by the scolding. She was the one with the broken hand, the one injured, why was she still being scolded?
Crazy, this world has really gone crazy. Ever since Aurora returned, everything changed.
The man smiled coldly and evilly, stood up, reached out to pull Aurora, and walked away, leaving the crying Brooke Coldwell and Aurora’s mother’s shouting.
The auction house staff took note without speaking; people in the lounge below whispered upon seeing the commotion above. Soon they saw Aurora’s mother taking her daughter with a broken hand to the hospital, everyone looked at each other in disbelief.
Griffith Squire took the little girl to the car, only then did the anger between his brows and eyes dissipate a bit, he asked, "Does it still hurt? Let me see."
Aurora was hit on the arm, as long as she took off her coat, she could examine the injury. She only nodded in shock when she saw Griffith Squire’s handsome face close by, not quite accustomed to the man’s aura, feeling an incursive sense of heart-pounding.
"I’m fine." Her voice was weak but clear as a spring, lightly frowning, Griffith Squire protected her too well, leaving her with nothing to do.
"You don’t have to be so good to me, if this continues, I will become useless." She looked at Griffith Squire with her clear black eyes, softly saying.
Upon hearing this, Griffith Squire smiled, touched her head, and said, "You haven’t suffered much since you were a child, and that’s good. You just need to be pretty, pretty, pretty. The hard, tiring work is for the men."
Useless? Impossible. The little girl was as beautiful as a little fairy, gentle, considerate, could draw, played various instruments, multi-talented. Griffith Squire had many rugged men under him, but only one little fairy, if married and later more little fairies were born, it would be like a queen.
Upon thinking this, Griffith Squire’s eyes deepened like peach blossoms, with deep, unfathomable light, making Aurora somewhat uneasy.
"How do you plan to handle the Coldwell Family’s affairs?" Griffith Squire pondered, the Coldwell Family had been bouncing around for so long without being dealt with, partly because the two were not married yet, partly due to Ian Coldwell’s tactfulness, but Zoe Kingston and her daughter really made him disgusted each time they met.
Aurora saw him asking her, with a great intention to deal with the Coldwell Family, she paused, her father originally didn’t care about her well-being, now because of Griffith Squire, she was treated like a treasure. As for her stepmother and sister, they were involved in her loss of voice due to the fire, she’s no saint; without Griffith Squire, she would have been forced by her stepmother to marry George Kingston, whether alive or dead is uncertain. Thinking this way, she found no reason to block it.
"I want to sever relations with them." She said lightly, her face not sad nor happy, very calm.
Griffith Squire was somewhat surprised, a bright light flashed in his eyes, his little girl was indeed clear-headed, not foolish.
"Okay, I understand." Griffith Squire smiled slightly.
Thus the matter of checking the arm’s wound was easily brushed aside, Aurora secretly sighed deeply, modern society with fast food culture, speed culture is incredibly fast, she wasn’t particularly conservative, but the thought of taking off her coat to let Griffith Squire examine the bruise on her arm always felt particularly embarrassing.
Returning to the Coldwell residence, Aurora went straight upstairs, took off her coat, looked at her arm and back, and found a large area of bruising; she was susceptible to allergies, any pressure would easily bruise her skin, and with her white skin, it became more apparent.
Aurora took a bath, then wearing a robe went downstairs to take the medicine box to apply some medicinal liquor to relieve the bruise, just finding the box, she saw Griffith Squire coming down.
She inexplicably felt guilty, he was already approaching, seeing the medicinal liquor in her hand, raised his brows and said lightly, "I’ll apply it for you."
The tone forbade refusal.
Griffith Squire finished speaking, took the medicinal liquor, and led her upstairs.
Five minutes later, Aurora lay on the sofa in the bedroom, back facing Griffith Squire, feeling the man’s warm, powerful hands pressing on her skin, a burning sensation.
"Does it hurt?" The man’s voice was exceptionally sexy and deep.
Griffith Squire saw the alarming bruises on her arm and shoulder area, his hands moved gently, but a cold light flashed in his eyes, knowing the injury was so severe, he should have broken that woman’s arms just now.
"After applying medicinal liquor, it needs to be massaged a bit for the bruise to dissipate quickly, it might hurt, bear with it." Griffith Squire saw her silent, her small face buried in the sofa, there’s an inexplicable sense of weak beauty.
The man was somewhat belatedly aware.
Like a century passed, the man finished applying the medicinal liquor, regretfully withdrew his hand, saying, "Done."
The little girl breathed a sigh of relief, turned around to get up, accidentally bumped into Griffith Squire who stood up, the two collided together, the man squinted, and looked down.