Chapter 1271 Death Isn’t The Worst Option
Lily and Daniel were both horrified when they heard the voice from outside the divider.
Could Mr. Adelmar be causing harm to someone?
“Mr. Adelmar!” Lily summoned her courage and banged on the door. “Mr. Adelmar, what have you done to him? You can’t take a life!”
“He won’t die!” Waylon’s cold and severe voice resonated from inside the barrier. “I have made him suffer even more than death!”
Daniel and Lily exchanged glances. More pain than death? Waylon, what exactly did you do to Raymond?
Raymond, in fact, wished for death at this point. This agonizing ache was far worse than death.
“Lily, please save me!” he cried pathetically.
Slap! Slap! Waylon slapped him twice. “Even God can’t save you!”
“Please let me go,” Raymond pleaded, his eyes sliding back.
“Even calling upon your ancestors won’t help!” Waylon gritted his teeth. “Did you ever think about this moment when you were bullying women?”
“I know I was wrong, Grandad; please spare me!” Raymond said softly.
“I said I would make you suffer more than death; how can I so easily spare you?”
“Grandad, what else do you want? I can’t take it anymore; please spare me.”
Waylon snorted viciously, straightened up, lifted his foot, and kicked twice with ease.
Although the movements appeared moderate, the internal energy was powerful.
Raymond’s ankles were broken with a “crack! crack!” sound.
The fractures, however, were internal, and there was no abrasion on the surface of his skin.
Raymond moaned in agony and collapsed.
“Remember this,” Waylon said as he bent down to pat Raymond’s lifeless face. “The next time you consider bullying someone, think about how your limbs were broken today; do you still have the courage?”
Waylon brushed his hands, opened the partition door, and stepped out after making these
remarks.
He was collected, peaceful, elegant, and graceful.
Lily and Daniel, one on each side, glanced up in surprise.
How could he look like someone who had just taken a life with his immaculate and airy appearance?
Raymond, on the other hand, lay prostrate on the toilet, barely alive.
“Did he die?” Lily wondered.
“Mr. Adelmar, you didn’t kill him, did you?” Daniel inquired.
“Rest assured,” Mr. Adelmar hissed, brushing past the siblings, “there’s still a long way to go before death.”
Waylon trembled as he saw him leave gracefully and quietly. “Sister, sister! What should we do? This is going to be a big problem!”
“I know what to do,” Lily said, her face turning pale. “Why didn’t you keep an eye on Doris? How could you have let Raymond bully her?”
I’m not sorry Raymond bullied Doris; I just find it hard to believe Mr. Adelmar hurt Raymond for Doris.
Isn’t this causing problems for us?
“Waylon,” Lily said, her eyes burning. “Raymond knows Doris and Mr. Adelmar are friends we brought here; do you think we can just walk away from this incident happening at today’s banquet?” D
“What should we do?” Waylon asked, shrugging. “Mr. Adelmar beat Raymond, not us; why can’t we just hand him over to the police?”
“Hand him over to the police?” Lily wished she could strangle her own brother. “Do you think this is child’s play? For the sake of your Doris, you want me to hand over Mr. Adelmar to the police. What am I supposed to do? I finally fell in love with such a man! You want me to hand him over to the police? Is it because you’re satisfied that your sister won’t get married for the rest of her life?”
This was a very difficult position for Waylon.
Mr. Adelmar emerged from the hotel and got into the car in three to four minutes.
“Mr. Adelmar,” Doris asked quietly, “what were you doing just now?”
“Didn’t I say I went back to get my phone?” Mr. Adelmar asked, sitting in the passenger seat without turning his head.
“But your phone…” Doris pointed out. “I saw it in your pocket.”
“Yeah,” Mr. Adelmar confirmed, “I remembered after I went in that my phone was already on
me.”
“Is that really all?” Doris was still skeptical.
“What else do you want?” Mr. Adelmar asked. “I went in and out in a total of three to four minutes, with one minute in between. What else do you want me to do?”
