My Flirtacious Husband novel Chapter 1133

Chapter 1133 An Eye For An Eye

It took Giselle much effort before she managed to regain her feet. Wiping the snow off her face, she glowered at Sally. “Hey! What's wrong with you that you pelted my nephew with snowballs?”

Sally wore a chilly expression. “I've been having a snowball fight with my niece and nephew here. How do you reckon I pelted your nephew with snowballs?”

“You're denying it? My nephew told me it was your doing! His arm is all black and blue from the snowball, so I want to lodge a police report!” Giselle lambasted.

“Go ahead.” Sally wasn't at all perturbed.

Giselle was no easy prey, so she immediately whipped her phone out and called the police. That aside, she even demanded to see the management, complaining that someone deliberately assaulted her nephew.

When the management personnel saw the bruise on the boy's arm, he brought them to the surveillance room to check the surveillance footage.

Although there were many guests who had snowball fights in the snow, he didn't see Sally lobbing snowballs at the boy.

They played the surveillance footage further back, only to see the boy hurling a snowball at Amanda's face.

Sally had the management personnel enlarge the surveillance footage before staring sideways at the boy hiding behind his aunt. “I asked whether you threw the snowball earlier, but you denied it.”

At once, the boy's gaze turned evasive. “I... I accidentally threw it at her while playing with my friends.”

In a menacing voice, Sally commented, “It was accidental, yet you could aim for my niece's forehead. Well, it seems that your eyesight is pretty good.”

The boy was so terrified that words eluded him.

The moment Giselle glimpsed a few police officers entering the surveillance room, she quickly flashed Sally an apologetic smile. “My nephew shouldn't have done that, so I apologize to your niece on his behalf. He's just a kid—”

“Even so, he has to take responsibility for his wrongdoings,” Cooper interjected coldly, cutting her off.

Then, he went over and narrated the turn of events to the few police officers.

Sally looked down at the boy, her eyes dark and icy. “I'll give you another chance. Why did you pack such a dense snowball and hurl it at my niece?”

Petrified by her aura, the boy teetered on the verge of tears.

Clutching at his aunt's down jacket, he stammered, “A man gave me two thousand to pack a snowball and hit her. I'm sorry, miss. I won't do it again.”

Sally narrowed her eyes a fraction, her gaze unnerving.

Cooper wanted to bring Sally to the hospital to get her hand checked out after settling the children back at the hotel, but Sally brushed it off by claiming that it was merely a minor fracture, asking him to get her some medication instead.

Only when they had eaten dinner and settled the two children in their room did Cooper have the time to inspect her wrist.

When her brows knitted deeply with just a light touch on her wrist, he dropped the gauze and got to his feet.

“I'll take you to the hospital.”

“No, it's okay. I know the extent of the fracture. Just splint it,” Sally insisted.

Failing to convince her otherwise, Cooper crouched back down. He snagged the splint on the coffee table and held it to the spot where her wrist had fractured before wrapping it with gauze.

Sally reclined against the couch. As she allowed him to help her deal with her injury, she remarked placidly, “That boy told me that someone gave him money and instructed him to throw a snowball at Mandy.”

Realization seemingly dawned upon him, and his gaze promptly turned chilly. “How daring of the Gaudette family that they even made a move against a kid.”

I initially planned on dealing with the Gaudette family slowly, but I can't do so anymore from the look of things now.