Loving You In Secret novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89

Eric sneered. "That's too much? Once you know what Tyler Hart is capable of, you will know what it means to be 'too much'."

Mandy sobered and muttered, "Eric, are you under that b*tch, Vicky Shaw's spell as well? You kept siding with them and even agreed to break my arm... Just you wait! I'm telling Grandpa!'

Eric did not bother arguing with Mandy and took out his phone to call old Master Simmons right away.

The call was immediately answered and old Master Simmons said hoarsely, "Eric, how was it?'

Eric put his phone on speaker and said, "Tyler Hart wants Mandy to kill her dog and wants us to break one of her arms."

Old Master Simmons was instantly relieved. "Eric, it's a good thing that you are here, otherwise, not only will Mandy lose her arm, she will drag the entire family down with her!'

Feeling extremely frustrated at old Master Simmons's words, Mandy screamed, "Grandpa, I'm not the one who bit Vicky Shaw's hand and Tyler wants to break my arm! Isn't that too much to ask?! Vicky is just the daughter of a fallen family and Tyler doesn't even like her. He only did this to bully our family into obeying him..."

Before she could finish, old Master Simmons interrupted her and shouted,' you still feel no remorse for what you did! Do whatever Tyler Hart asks you to do! Also, stay away from Vicky Shaw. If anything happens again, I am kicking you out of this family!" He then proceeded to hang up.

Mandy and Scott stood still in the cold breeze as they did not anticipate old Master Simmons to agree with Eric.

Scott turned to Eric. "What's going on? Rumor has it that Tyler Hart doesn't like Vicky at all. Why would he be so angry about this?"

He lowered his gaze at her. Noticing that she seemed to have resumed fawning over him, he wordlessly walked toward the dining room.

Relieved, Vicky walked into the kitchen and brought out a bowl of hot oatmeal.

Though the Simmons' visit had delayed breakfast, the oatmeal was still steaming and when she reached for it with her injured hand, she could not help but jolt.

Crash!

The bowl fell onto the ground and shattered into pieces. Before she could register what had happened, her wrist was grabbed and she heard a husky voice growling, "Vicky Shaw, what do you think you're doing?!"