The Queen's Back

Maxwell studied Mona under the dim light outside the car as if he wanted to count every eyelash and memorize every feature of her face. The red marks on her face pierced his heart, causing sharp pain.

After what felt like an eternity, Maxwell gently opened the car door and carefully lifted Mona out, heading straight to their bedroom. He placed her on the large bed.

Looking at her soft features, Maxwell brushed her hair with his fingers, then decided to get some water to clean the blood off her hands and apply some medicine to her cheek.

As the warm towel touched Mona's palm, she instinctively tightened her grip around it, fearfully muttering, "Blood Blood.

So much blood."

Maxwell understood that what happened tonight had terrified her. He whispered in her ear, "It's gone. It's all cleaned up."

At that moment, Mona was trapped in a nightmare, dreaming of her fall from a building in her past, and imagining the blood flowing from Gordon's head when she hit him with her phone. No matter how these images intertwined, her dreams were filled with blood. After much effort, Maxwell finally cleaned the blood off Mona, but when he looked at her disheveled clothes, he hesitated about changing her into pajamas. Since Hattie had already gone home, it would have to be him doing it. Maxwell thought, But what if Mona woke up tomorrow and got angry about it?"

He decided not to take that risk and thought it best to leave her as she was. After all, he didn't mind her appearance.

That night, both Mona and Maxwell struggled to sleep. However, he kept her in his arms, and around five or six in the morning, he received a message from Nigel saying that Gordon had woken up.

Looking at the sleeping Mona beside him, her hand still gripping his shirt tightly, Maxwell furrowed his brows. He gently rubbed her back a few times and then carefully removed her hand from his shirt. He placed a light kiss on her forehead and said, "Keep sleeping. By the time you wake up, everything will be settled."

After quietly tidying up the room, Maxwell tiptoed out and drove straight to the private hospital.

When Maxwell arrived outside Gordon's ward, he heard the sound of a cup smashing against the door. The guards on duty recognized Maxwell and obediently opened the door for him.

With a loud bang, a cup landed at Maxwell's feet. He shot Gordon an unfriendly glare, picked up the cup, and hurled it back

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Gordon stared wide-eyed as the cup flew toward him, instinctively bracing for impact.

Sure enough, the cup hit Gordon squarely in the face. Pain surged through him, and he shouted, "Damn it. Maxwell, are you Crazy?"

Maxwell grabbed Gordon by the collar, his eyes glinting with cold fury as he stared Gordon down. "Gordon, you bastard How dare you lay a finger on Mona? Was that hand the one you used?"

Gordon met Maxwell's fierce gaze and couldn't help but shiver inwardly, but he forced himself to act tough. He said, "So what if I took advantage of her? If it weren't for that bitch throwing something at me, she would have been mine already. What's wrong. Maxwell? Jealous?"

The memory of what had happened filled Gordon with rage. At the moment he fell, he never expected Mona to dare to hit him with her phone, and she had surprisingly strong arms. She knocked him out cold. When he regained consciousness, Cordon found himself in this shabby hospital room, locked away, unable to escape, and talking to the guards felt like talking

to a wall.

Maxwell's eyes bore into Gordon's as he addressed the guards. "Since he is so tough, let's not bother keeping his arms intact!TM

Upon hearing Maxwell's words, the guards approached and seized Gordon's arms.

Fear flooded Gordon's mind. His head was already injured. If they hurt his arms too, he would be completely incapacitated. He shouted at Maxwell, 'Make them stop! How dare you break my arms? Aren't you afraid that I'll tell Grandpa? Let's see how you'll explain yourself then!"

Gordon shouted to the guards, "Let go of me! I'm the heir of the Carter family! If anything happens to me, you'll regret it!"

Maxwell nodded at the guards and said, "Go ahead. Don't hold back."

With a series of piercing screams, Gordon's arms were brutally broken.

Maxwell watched as Gordon's face turned pale, his lips curling into a slight smirk. "Gordon, how does it feel? This is the price you pay for hurting Mona. You should be thankful you didn't do anything worse, or it wouldn't just be your arms at stake."

Meeting Gordon's furious gaze, Maxwell showed no fear. "Oh, by the way, Gordon, if you dare tell Grandpa about this, you know what the consequences will be. And if he finds out about your thoughts on my wife, do you think he'll care about how you got hurt?" With that, Maxwell sneered and left Gordon's room.

Gordon clenched his teeth in pain, trembling Cold sweat dripped from his forehead. Maxwell was right. Gordon was in the wrong. If Richard found out, he might even punish Gordon.

Glaring at his broken arms, Gordon felt a deep hatred but could only swallow his grievances.

Inwardly, he thought, 'Maxwell, Mona, we won't end here.

After leaving the hospital, Maxwell rushed home, worried that Mona would be scared if she woke up and didn't see him.

His instincts were correct. When Maxwell arrived home, he found that Mona was awake. Seeing that Maxwell was not beside her, she didn't want to stay in the room any longer. She went to sit on the living room sofa, staring at the door, waiting for Maxwell to return. Maxwell hurried home to be with Mona, and within five minutes of Mona sitting down, she saw him rush in, looking worn and exhausted.

In that moment, Mona felt her heart swell with warmth, and the fear that had lingered inside her began to fade.