Chapter 59

"Ah!" Severin's grip, like iron clamps, seized Norman's arm, preventing him from moving. Norman instantly crouched to the floor.

Severin had already been patient, but Norman's escalating aggression—culminating in a slap aimed at Severin's wife—was intolerable. No man would stand idly by while someone bullied the woman who had supported him for five years. Severin exerted pressure, snapping Norman's arm with a crisp sound.

"AGH!" Norman's forehead veins bulged with pain. A slight push sent him sprawling.

"Ah, it hurts!" Cold sweat beaded on Norman's brow. He hadn't anticipated Severin's strength. "Norman! What happened? Are you all right?"

His friends, fair-weather companions at best, were terrified but remained hesitant to intervene. They only rushed to help Norman to his feet. "It's broken! My armit's broken! It hurts so badly!"

Norman grimaced. "Hey, fatso! Get my bodyguards. Don't you know what to do in a situation like this?"

The fat man, realizing the bodyguards waited outside, panicked and fled.

Selene, unafraid, applauded. "You're all evil! You wanted to slap my mom, so it's good my dad fought back!"

Diane's face fell. "This is bad, Severin! You've gotten yourself into trouble again!"

Severin smiled faintly. "He would have slapped you, honey. I don't care about myself, but I'll die before anyone bullies my wife."

His words warmed Diane's heart. Norman had been relentless, ignoring her desire to leave. He clearly intended to force them to stay.

Judith and Maurice were equally worried and unsure what to do.

Judith suddenly had an idea. "Severin! Call Mr. Henry for help! That man just called for his bodyguards. You can't handle them alone!"

Severin shrugged. "Don't worry, Mom. I can manage. I learned a few things in prison. We can't constantly bother Mr. Henry, and it's too late to call him now; his people wouldn't arrive in time."

Severin rubbed his hands and went to the corridor to await the bodyguards.

Four men, led by a bald one, arrived angrily. "Where's the idiot who broke your arm, Mr. Norman? I'll beat him to death!"

Norman, gritting his teeth, pointed at Severin. "There! Break his limbs! And take that woman—I'm having her tonight!"

Norman, lacking the courage to antagonize the wealthy, had assumed Diane and her family were poor and easily bullied. He even contemplated harming them later.

"Sir, leave it to us!" The bald man assured him, and the four men advanced on Severin. Diane shielded Selene's eyes.

The revised passage removes profanity, improves sentence structure and flow, replaces colloquialisms with more formal language, and corrects grammatical errors. The unnecessary website plug has been removed.