Even Carla was stunned by his action. She had never thought the gentle Harry would hit someone."Wenoma, send Mrs. Stayton back, " Harry ordered in an icy tone.
"Sure." Wenoma hurriedly persuaded, "Mrs. Stayton, don't be angry. You can continue the conversation when you're both at home. Everyone's watching us now."
The onlookers had crowded around them, and some were even recording videos.
The onlookers adored watching the rich fight. If they were to post their videos online, they would even get followers in their accounts.
"Why should I leave? I'm not the one who's an embarrassment, " Lola cried out. "Harry, I can't believe you're still defending her until now. Who is your wife?"
"Are you done?" Harry interrupted before snapping at Wenoma, "What are you waiting for? Help her into the car."
"Yes, Mr. Stayton."
Turning to Lola, Wenoma muttered, "Mrs. Stayton, let's head back first."
"I'm not leaving. Why should I?" Lola refused to relent as she smacked Carla with her leather bag. "B_tch, you're trying to steal my husband, but I won't let you win."
Harry promptly stood in front of Carla to protect her.
At that, anger coursed through Lola's veins even faster. She swung her bag around Harry to hit Carla, who was behind him.
Meanwhile, Carla, who did not wish to waste her time on Lola, turned to leave.
"B_tch, don't go!"
Lola had wanted to continue beating Carla, but she accidentally swung her bag on Harry's injured arm.
Harry groaned as his face instantly drained of its colors. Droplets of sweat rolled down from his forehead.
"Darling, w-what's wrong?" It was only then Lola realized her husband was injured. She anxiously asked, "Are you hurt? How did this happen?"
"A heavy object hit Mr. Stayton's arm. Let's go to see a doctor first, " Wenoma voiced.
Lola then quickly helped Harry into the hospital.
A myriad of emotions washed over Carla as she looked at them from the cab she was in.
In the past, she did not understand the significance of marriage, but now it seemed like she did. This was what marriage was all about—no matter how badly the couple was fighting a moment ago, they would still walk side-by-side in the next moment.
Harry and Lola were the perfect examples; neither of them could cut ties with each other anymore.
On the other hand, she should stay away from them.
Soon, lost in her thoughts about Harry, she reached the office.
Carla only realized she did not have her phone with her when she got off the cab.
Fortunately, she had cash with her, so she could pay for the fare.
I must have dropped my phone at the desk in the underground parking lot. Hence, Carla went to the security department to look for Avares.
Avares handed her the phone as he commented, "You've got your head in the clouds. I can't believe you didn't take your phone with you when you left the house. No one can contact you if anything happens."
"Thank you. I was worried I lost it."
When Carla took her phone, she realized the battery had died, so she was quick to charge it.
What she did not know was that she had missed out on something major because of it.
In the principal's office at Apple Kindergarten.
Randy looked at the few mysterious men in suits without a hint of fear on his face. In fact, he even tilted his chin up and scoffed, "It's illegal to kidnap children."
Benard could not help but laugh as he turned to Zain behind him. "Mr. Giblo, this boy is quite like you."
"Be serious." Zain lowered his eyes as he sipped on his tea.
"Of course." Benard then crouched in front of Randy and gently said, "Boy, don't be scared. We're not bad guys. Otherwise, your teacher and principal won't bring you to us, right?"
Randy stole a glance at the trembling principal and teacher, who had just started working in the kindergarten recently. He lifted a brow and uttered, "Speak. What do you want?"
"This is what we want…" Benard trailed off, realizing he should speak in a simpler way with the child. Hence, he raised his pitch and murmured, "Did you mommy and daddy take you to Grand Plaza last Sunday?"
"What are you trying to say?" Randy furrowed his brows as an impatient look crept upon his handsome face. "I'm not a two-year-old. You don't need to talk to me as if I'm a baby. It sounds horrible."
"I-" Benard was rendered speechless as the corner of his mouth twitched.
Beside him, the bodyguard could not help but snort at the boy's words. What a crafty boy.
Finally, Zain, who was behind the screen, raised his head to look at them.
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