Their Punching Bag Became The Storm novel Chapter 108

Chapter 108 Whitney Should Be Crying

It was in the hospital. Emily slowly came to her senses.

Eric was sitting next to her, playing on his phone. As soon as he noticed she was awake, he quickly put his phone down and moved closer. “Emily.”

Emily lay in the hospital bed, blinking in confusion as she gazed up at the white ceiling.

When she heard Eric’s voice, she slowly and stiffly turned her head to look over at him.

Their eyes met.

After a few seconds of silence, Emily didn’t say a word; she just let the tears quietly fall.

Seeing her cry, Eric’s heart instantly softened.

His heart ached for her, and he quickly reached out, gently wiping her tears away with his fingers.

The boy who was usually so cocky and wild was now gentle to the point of being almost unrecognizable. “Hey, Emily, please don’t cry… Come on, don’t cry…”

But the more Eric tried to comfort her, the harder Emily cried.

Soon, her tears had soaked a big patch of the pillow.

No matter what Eric did, he just couldn’t get her to stop. Seeing his baby sister cry her heart out like this made him hate Whitney more.

Eric thought, ‘This is all Whitney’s fault!

‘She’s the reason Emily’s hurting so much.‘

His heart ached for her. Making sure to touch the hand with the IV, he gently gathered Emily into his embrace.

He said, “Emily, for everything you’ve

tered, I’ll make it right for you. I’ll get back everything you lost.

“Just hang in there a little longer. Tomorrow, I swear, I’ll make Whitney get before you and ask for your forgiveness!” He gritted his teeth, like he was saying the name of someone he hated most.

Emily nestled into his arms, feeling like she’d finally found someone she could truly rely on, and at last she spoke.

But when she did, her

“Eric” made his heart break into pieces.

Just hearing her calfe

was choked with sobs. “Eric…”

He pulled her closer, his hand pressed warmly against her back. “I’m here, I’m here… Don’t cry. Don’t worry, I promised you, I‘

Il never let anyone hurt you. The one who should be crying is Whitney!”

He gently stroked Emily’s soft back, his palm warm through the thin fabric of her clothes.

He said, “Emily, that bitch Whitney is probably already crying her eyes out, begging for forgiveness and calling for help.” Eric let out a cold snort. “Relax and wait, and she’ll be here begging you soon!”

Emily gripped his shirt tightly, her face pressed against his chest, and a crooked, almost sinister smile slowly crept onto her lips.

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She knew the rest of the Andersons would probably say a few comforting words, maybe hand her some cash, or at best, give Whitney a mild scolding.

But Eric was the only one who’d actually do something; he’d make sure Whitney paid for what she did.

Eric was always hanging out in those sleazy joints, surrounded by a bunch of troublemakers.

When it came to teaching Whitney a lesson, he’d use those cheap, underhanded methods.

But those were exactly the kind of tricks that could destroy a woman’s reputation.

And they were the best way to help Emily vent her anger.

Inside, she was practically buzzing with excitement, already imagining how bad Whitney must be suffering right now. But on the surface, she still had to keep up her innocent persona.

Hearing Eric’s words, she quickly lifted her head Successfully unlocked! ed eyes wide and searching as she looked at

him. “Eric, what… what did you do?”

She bit her lip, clutching Eric’s collar, shaking her head as she cried. “Eric, Whitney is your own flesh and blood; she’s family,

Chapter 108 Whitney Should Be Crying

an Anderson through and through. Please, don’t hurt her for me!”

As she spoke, her sobs grew louder. “Eric, don’t do something you’ll regret because of me. I don’t want to be the reason the Andersons aren’t at peace. I can take a little pain. It’s fine… She’s your sister, after all…”

The more Emily said this, the more Eric hated Whitney, and the more fiercely he wanted to protect Emily.

“Emily, don’t worry about it,” Eric said, softly touching her cheek. “To me, you’re the only one I see as my sister, the only real Anderson. I never considered the Whitney family, not for a second.

‘Let me handle this. When I say I’ll fight for you, I mean it!”

Emily pressed her lips together nervously. “But… but…”

Eric put his finger to her lips to stop her. “Shh, do as I say. Are you really going to make me upset over that bitch?”

Her lips were unbelievably soft, so much hotter than the delicate warmth of her back.

Eric’s finger felt like it was on fire.

Out of nowhere, his mouth went dry.

Just as he was about to pull his hand away, a shocked voice suddenly rang out from the doorway. “What are you two doing?”

Paula strode in, clutching a bag worth more than a million dollars, her stilettos clicking sharply on the floor.

Her face was icy and twisted, staring down Eric and Emily as they clung to each other.

Both of them were startled by how different Paula looked from her usual graceful self; she was nothing like the elegant lady they were used to.

Eric instinctively let go of Emily.

Emily was so weak that, without his support, she nearly toppled toward the edge of the bed.

Eric quickly reached out to steady her.

He pulled her into his arms, holding her tight against his chest, like always, so close that it felt like nothing could come

between them.

Paula was so furious that she could barely contain herself. “You two, break it up. Right now!”

She flung her bag to the side, strode over, grabbed Eric by the arm, and forcibly separated them.

Just thinking about how those ladies in her social circle had formed their own clique and snubbed her, mocking her behind her back, made Paula furious.

She’d dressed up elegantly to represent the Andersons at a high–profile party, but ended up overhearing her usual followers gossiping about her in the

restroom.

They were making fun of how she always acted superior, claimed to be the model wife and mother, and constantly boasted about her parenting skills, and how, with so many sons, her family never devolved into infighting like other wealthy families fighting for power.

They ridiculed her for always bragging about how she managed the household so well that everyone got along peacefully,

never fighting

or qu

They thought, ‘Who

thought… the Andersons are actually so twisted behind the scenes?

‘No wonder the family always looks so “peaceful.”

‘With the son and daughter acting like that, of course, things look harmonious.

‘Honestly, who knows? Maybe the whole family’s messed up!’

Then, one after another, they started gossiping about the hot search topics that had been trending all day, especially those edited clips the media posted, showing Chase and Emily looking suspiciously intimate.

They were laughing behind Paula’s back, tossing out snide remarks and crude insults, their words packed with mockery and nastiness.

Paula was so pissed that she stormed out of the restroom, grabbed those ladies, and started slapping them left and right. Normally, those ladies acted like Paula was untouchable, and they always looked up to her.

But now that their trash talking had been caught red–handed, they knew they were in deep trouble with Paula.

So they snapped and fought back, and suddenly it was a wild catfight right there in the hallway.