Love You Like I Used To Forget It (Millie Bridge) novel Chapter 338

Grace’s custom–made designer coat was now covered in dirty footprints from my shoes. She looked completely disheveled. After being helped up by her bodyguards, it took her a long while to recover.

Back then, at the Lestoria Hospital, I merely talked back to her, and she couldn’t handle it. She lost her composure and came all the way here. Now that I had actually hit her, it completely pushed her over the edge.

“Emilia, just you wait!” she screamed. “I’ll do everything I can to destroy you!”

She had no idea where I got the nerve to do that to her.

I had only shown her a bit of disrespect, and she retaliated by sending Grandma to the emergency room. So, wasn’t I supposed to be scared of her? Shouldn’t I be begging for mercy?

How dare I fight back?

How dare I?

With such a lowly identity and status, I had actually hit her.

In her entire life, no one had dared to even point a finger at her. And yet, I hit her?

The more Grace thought about it, the more unhinged she became. Her eyes turned vicious, like a beast crawling out from hell, desperate to lunge at me and tear me apart.

But before she could reach me, she passed out.

That afternoon, I received the good news that Grandma had regained consciousness.

At the same time, the Hardwell family had surrounded the entire hospital.

When Grace woke up, she made a phone call and summoned several dozens of people. Her people quickly took all the available queue numbers and drove other patients away.

Dorothy, the housekeeper who had served her since she was young, rushed over as soon as she heard Grace had been assaulted.

After gathering everyone, Dorothy led dozens of bodyguards straight to the ICU, where Grandma and I were.

Henry was so frightened by the sight of the bodyguards that he instinctively hid behind me, tugging at my sleeve and asking me what was happening.

I pulled my sleeve away, ignoring him.

Dorothy had no children, so Grace was the only person she held dear in her life. At the thought that hernoble “Ms. Grace” had been beaten, her eyes burned with hatred when she looked at me,

“Grab that bitch!” she spat.

The moment she spoke, a dozen bodyguards behind her charged at me.

“You better not move! Or that old hag in there will lose her life!” she threatened.

Her words reminded me of the way Amara had yanked Grandma during her birthday party, calling her “old hag” over and over.

I didn’t say a word, I just walked toward Dorothy and kicked her straight to the floor.

They were so alike. Grace had always lorded over others, so naturally, her lackey learned to do the same. They believed no one would ever dare touch them.

Dorothy stared at me in disbelief. “How dare you hit me!”

Chapter 338

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I sneered. “I did the same to Grace. What made you think I’d hesitate to hit you?”

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