Alexander failed to dodge in time and got hit on the head.
Drake wanted to hit him more, but the officers managed to restrain him.
Although there was a brief commotion, the situation soon calmed. However, blood was flowing from Alexander's forehead, where he had been struck with the handcuffs. He applied pressure to his wound, and blood dripped through his fingers.
Lena screamed and rushed over to check on him.
"You wretch! How dare you curse your father!" Drake couldn't strike Alexander due to the officers restraining him, so he began shouting at the top of his lungs.
"Lena, you're the one who's a bad influence on my son! How can you curse your own father? Aren't you afraid of going to hell? Let me make this clear! You will always be my son, no matter where you go. My blood runs through your veins, and you'll forever be a disgrace!"
Pete's eyes blazed with anger. "Are you finished with your nonsense, Mr. Dickinson?"
"No, no!" Drake started throwing a tantrum. "You officers want to control everything, and now you want to interfere when I'm teaching my son a lesson? Not only will I discipline my son, but I also want to teach that woman a lesson!"
Lena was shocked, staring directly at him. Drake's menacing gaze seemed to transport her back to a stormy night from many years ago. She trembled, her heart racing, and his condemnation echoed in her ears.
"Fuck you, bitch! She wasn't a good girl at home… She was not a good girl at all… when I fucked her!"
What he said felt like an explosion in the crowd, instantly hushing the chaotic atmosphere.
Everyone knew she was going to marry into the Hamertons.
But what was Drake talking about?
Chris was shocked, unable to react at that moment. His instinctive gaze locked onto Lena. He noticed sadness clouding her lovely face.
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