Blizzard, First Love and a Wife Who Finally Snaps novel Chapter 292

Plus, in Westbridge, with the Blackwell name, no one dared to cross him.

But recently, he had been staying with Mrs. Blackwell.

Not only had he stopped his training, but he had also gained weight and his movements had become sluggish.

He was no match for Edmund.

Edmund had been through a lot before returning with Julian.

His obedient demeanor was an act for Isabel's benefit; in reality, he had a short temper and a heavy hand.

Adrian saw this clearly. "Shadow."

Shadow immediately stepped forward to separate the two boys.

In doing so, he was clearly protecting Oliver, treating Edmund harshly.

Isabel's hand shot out, and a silver needle found its mark.

"It's one thing for children to fight amongst themselves; their strength is comparable. But for a trained adult like you to be so rough with a six-year-old child... that's not right, is it?"

Shadow's hand was instantly paralyzed by the needle, unable to move.

Isabel pulled Edmund over to sit beside Julian and began applying ointment to his scrapes.

Oliver scrambled up from the ground and ran over, showing Isabel his hands and face. "Mommy, it hurts."

Isabel ignored him. After treating Edmund, she told him to go inside and play with his great-grandfather.

Edmund obediently went.

Isabel turned to Adrian, her voice cold. "I'm not as patient as my husband, who can sit here and chat with you so pleasantly, Mr. Blackwell. If you continue to linger, don't blame my needles if they happen to slip."

"Mr. Blackwell," Shadow said, approaching. His arm was still immobile. He tried to pull the needle out, but an excruciating pain shot through him the moment his fingers touched it. In the early winter chill, he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Let's find another way."

Adrian finished the tea in his cup, then pointed at the injured Oliver. "If you treat him so poorly, why did you give birth to him?"

Isabel had been good to Oliver.

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