Chapter: 376

Miguel's assistant moved to protect him, positioning himself in front of the wheelchair. "Mr. Hewitt, please, can we discuss this calmly?"

"Get out of the way." Alan's gaze was cold as his bodyguard intervened, pressing the assistant against the wall.

Miguel's face was a mix of anger and humiliation as he glared up at Alan. "What the hell do you want? This is my house. You come here with your men-are you trying to kill me?"

Alan was straightforward, leaning down and interrogating in a cold, authoritative tone. “Tell me why there was a needle in my child's clothes. Did you put it there?"

Miguel's expression hardened for a moment before he vehemently denied any involvement. "Needle? In a child's clothes? I know nothing about that!"

"You have no clue?" With a sneer, Alan didn't bother to question further. He balled his hand into a fist and struck Miguel's face.

Miguel, hindered by his disability, couldn't muster the strength to defend himself. Under Alan's relentless assault, he quickly Looked battered and disheveled.

Alan ceased his blows after Miguel let out a few groans.

Miguel's wheelchair tipped over once more.

The room was in chaos.

“Miguel, if you ever lay a hand on Kaitlin or my child again, I swear you'll die a horrible death." Anger still flickered in Alan's eyes, as if he was ready to rip apart the man lying on the ground.

Miguel had caused the death of his parents. Back then, Alan had been too weak, but now, he was determined not to let this disabled man cross him again.

"Miguel, you better watch yourself. Let's go."

With that, Alan left the villa. Miguel, battered, was helped up, a malicious spark in his eyes.

The assistant checked on him. "Mr. Hewitt, are you alright? I'll call the doctor!"

"You goddamn imbecile! Why bring in a doctor? Get the car ready; we're paying a visit to my mom!" Miguel's voice was raspy, marked by humiliation he had never experienced before.

How dared Alan assault him like that!

Minutes later, an injured Miguel arrived at the Hewitt family's old mansion.

When the butler saw Miguel's bruised face, he was so shocked that his eyes widened. Thinking back on Alan storming off earlier, he pieced together the events easily.

However, even with his suspicions, he was forced to feign ignorance.

“What's happened, Mr. Hewitt?" he inquired.

“Where's my mother?"

“She's resting. But your face... perhaps you should see a doctor first?"

Miguel's gaze hardened as he questioned, "Did you tell him?"