Howard Yeats reached out and pulled Ivy Linden over, hugging both her and Nicole tightly, pointing at the older policeman, "You’ve scared my wife and daughter, I won’t let this go easily." The older policeman was intimidated by Howard Yeats’s presence, his scalp tingling. The girl stared at Howard Yeats, dumbfounded. This face was too handsome, like a TV star, with a perfect build. Most importantly... his belt... LV, he must be loaded! The girl’s mouth dropped open, her heart pounding, as if she had seen a diamond bachelor. But soon, her expression turned sour, blushing red and blue because this perfect man was actually Ivy Linden’s husband. The girl was furious, couldn’t understand it. Wasn’t Ivy Linden a pauper? Renting the cheapest apartment next to hers? How could she have such a handsome, wealthy husband? Impossible, it’s impossible! The girl couldn’t accept it. The woman and the surrounding crowd also found it unbelievable. They couldn’t have dreamed that Ivy Linden’s "husband" was not only good-looking, but judging by his attire, it was obviously pricey. If it were before, being held in Howard Yeats’s arms, Ivy Linden would have angrily pushed him away, calling him shameless. But now she didn’t move. She didn’t want to take Nicole into the police station, get detained in a dark room, or be pointed at and scolded by the crowd, calling her shameless. Nicole wasn’t Howard Yeats’s daughter, yet Howard Yeats claimed to be her father. What would people think of her? Ivy Linden wasn’t afraid of being scolded herself, but feared the words would hurt young Nicole. "Are you her husband?" The woman said, holding her head, "Your wife hit me and my son, look, she even smashed my head and made it bleed. You have to compensate for the medical expenses, a total of thirty thousand. If you can’t come up with it, you’re going to jail!" The woman threatened. Howard Yeats suddenly laughed, but there was no humor in his phoenix eyes. "What are you laughing at?" The woman didn’t know what was happening, feeling a chill as Howard Yeats stared at her. "Thirty thousand, is it?" Howard Yeats’s voice was casual, and with a snap of his fingers, two men in black suits, wearing black sunglasses, with their hair slicked back, came over carrying two black leather suitcases. Seeing the two approaching, the woman felt a bit scared, fearing that the men might pull knives from the suitcases to attack her. With the police here, they should not dare to do anything, right? For money, the woman braced herself, "Yes, thirty thousand, not a penny less." Howard Yeats snapped his fingers again. The two men in black opened the suitcases, and immediately, two cases of red cash attracted everyone’s gaze. How much money is this? The woman and the girl were stunned. The girl’s breath began to quicken, thinking to herself, this man is so wealthy! Even being his mistress would be worth it. "I’ll give you a hundred thousand, get your whole family to kneel and apologize to my wife and child." Howard Yeats said domineeringly. The man beside her said, "Do you think a hundred thousand will make us kneel and apologize? That’s impossible." The chubby boy shouted in agreement, "Yes, even if you give us a million, we won’t kneel and apologize." The police felt that Howard Yeats was too extravagant, and they said to Howard Yeats, "Sir, your wife has hurt someone, isn’t this going too far?" Howard Yeats cast a cold glance, and the police stepped back two steps involuntarily. Howard Yeats said, "Their family wants to settle this privately, is that your business?" Police: "They didn’t seem to say..." The woman immediately said, "Settled privately, privately. Officers, you can leave, this has nothing to do with you anymore." Since they resolutely insisted on settling privately, what else could the police say? They could only leave. "Two hundred thousand, kneel and apologize." Howard Yeats raised the stakes. The woman’s breathing became chaotic again: Two hundred thousand! So much money? The chubby boy yelled, "You didn’t understand? We wouldn’t kneel even for a million, let alone two hundred thousand." Howard Yeats squinted his phoenix eyes, calmly said to the woman, "Ten thousand for a slap to your son, every slap I’ll give you ten thousand." The chubby boy scoffed at Howard Yeats, "My mom would never hit me." As soon as he finished speaking. A slap landed on the chubby boy’s face, not too hard, but stunned him. He hadn’t expected his mother, who usually spoiled him, would actually hit him. "Kenny, endure for the money. Mom will get money for your college today so the family won’t have to struggle so hard anymore." "Kenny, didn’t you want those Nike shoes? Mom will take you to buy them tonight, okay? I’ll get you two pairs to rotate, you’ll be impressive in school, no one at your school can afford Nike shoes yet." The crowd’s worldview was shattered. What a "good mom," resorting to hitting her own son just to avoid working hard for money and even planning to earn all college funds. How many slaps would this chubby boy have to take? The crowd thought, if it were their own child, no amount of money would make them do such a thing. The chubby boy was tempted by the Nike idea because the shoes cost several hundred each, seen only on TV, not available on this town’s streets. He had begged the woman to buy them for a long time, to no avail. "Okay! Mom, hit lightly." ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒·𝗇𝗲𝘁 The chubby boy was an odd one too. The crowd found it incredible, looking at the woman, they immediately understood, what kind of mother teaches what kind of son. The greedy family deserved the beating. The woman raised her hand and began slapping her son, not hard, counting as she slapped. The girl was stunned; how lightly she slapped, this money was too easy! There was never easy money in this world. Howard Yeats smiled, he didn’t interrupt, letting the woman count her slaps. He saw Ivy Linden in his arms frown, leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Watch the show later." Ivy Linden’s cheeks flushed, holding Nicole, she moved away from his embrace a bit. Howard Yeats saw this, reached out to hold Nicole, smiling he said, "Your mommy’s arm must be tired holding you so long, let daddy hold you instead!" Nicole’s eyes were red, looking at Howard Yeats, but didn’t stretch out her hand. Howard Yeats smiled gently, whispered, "Uncle is helping your mommy! Little Nicole, did you notice?" Nicole suddenly realized, this uncle was a good guy, here to help mommy. Nicole nodded, not rejecting Howard Yeats this time, willingly stretched out her small arms, and was held in Howard Yeats’s embrace. Holding the soft little girl, Howard Yeats didn’t know why, even though she wasn’t his child, having her in his arms felt affectionate, he just really wanted to protect her. Ivy Linden was stunned, glared at Howard Yeats, this man really knew how to win over kids.