Chapter 320 Silent
John went on, “You’re the one who betrayed her first. You married Lydia, so you’re the one who’s tainted! How can you make such unreasonable demands? Does Chandler know you’re trying to steal his wife? Chandler is your uncle. You’ve got some nerve going after his wife!”
John’s mocking words didn’t seem to reach Dalton. His gaze remained fixed on Meryl. He couldn’t believe Meryl had no feelings for him after seven years together. How could childhood sweethearts just forget their bond?
Why would Meryl warn him when that knife came towards him if she didn’t care? Dalton was convinced Meryl still had feelings for him.
“Dalton, I won’t go back to you. If you don’t testify, I’ll find another way.” Then, Meryl turned to John. “Let’s go home.”
Dalton stepped forward, grabbing her wrist. “Meryl, how long will you stay mad? I’ve already swallowed my pride. Isn’t that enough? Fine, hit me if you must.” He then tried to force her hand to slap his face.
Instinctively, Meryl pulled back, but a cold voice came from the doorway. “Dalton, take your hand off her.”
It was Chandler, his face icy as he strode in. His eyes locked onto Dalton, a chilling in them that made breathing hard.
Chandler reached them, immediately pulling Meryl into his embrace. “You have the guts to go after my wife? Dalton, do you have a death wish?” His words were filled with biting cold, and his eyes blazed with a fire ready to consume everything.
Dalton hadn’t expected Chandler to show up. Surprise flickered in his eyes as he frowned. “Uncle Chandler, I…”
Before he could finish, Chandler’s fist crashed into his face.
Blood instantly trickled from Dalton’s lip. He pushed his tongue against his cheek, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
John stood to the side, adding fuel to the fire. “My goodness, that punch was clean and sharp! Awesome!”
Perhaps spurred on by John’s comment, Dalton unexpectedly swung a punch back at Chandler.
Not anticipating this, Chandler quickly turned, shielding Meryl in his arms, and his free hand shot out with practiced precision.
Dalton wasn’t a novice, but he was no match for Chandler, who had spent over a decade in the police academy. Chandler effortlessly caught Dalton’s punch, twisted his arm behind his back with a swift, practiced move, and immobilized him.
With Dalton subdued, John’s admiration grew. “I feel like I’m watching an action movie! Chandler, teach me that move! I could brag to my friends for a month!”
Meryl glared at John, thinking, “This guy is clearly just fanning the flames.”
Meeting her eyes, John sheepishly licked his lips and fell silent like a child caught misbehaving.
Dalton’s eyes reddened. In his earlier rage, he had slammed Rocky against the table, injuring himself in the process.
Now, with Chandler’s hold twisting his injured wrist, it felt like his bones were shattering.
Chandler was expressionless and asked, “Do you admit you were wrong?”
Dalton gritted his teeth, remaining silent.
Chandler tightened his grip, his face a mask of frost. “Cat got your tongue? Speak up.”