Contract Marriage With Mysterious President
Chapter 335 Pay for Life with Life

Although Andy said to everyone that Allen was okay, he knew how badly Allen was hurt.

Fortunately, he heard from the director of the hospital that Amy and Richard came to the hospital, and that there was a child in the emergency room.

When he went into the emergency room and saw pitiful Allen, Andy just was glad that Amy did not see it, or she would definitely kill the person who hurt Allen.

A nail was stuck into Allen's head. Luckily, Allen dodged and made the nail deflected, avoiding the vital part. Otherwise, even the gods could not save him.

Who had such a big grudge against Amy and Richard, and even hurt a child like this? Andy always did not care about many things. But he could not tolerate people bullying children. "Thanks, Andy." Richard extended his hand to Andy.

Andy also stretched out his hand and shook with Richard. As long as he was good to Amy, Andy would accept him and take him as his friend.

"Andy, let's go out and have a talk." Richard pulled Andy and wanted him to go out to have a talk.

"OK." Andy agreed and followed Richard out.

The other people were staying with Allen. Amy wanted to cry. But she was afraid of affecting the two mothers' emotions. So, she had to hold back.

Allen was lying quietly. He looked calm and was not painful.

Amy touched Allen's cold face. Allen's hands were clenched into fists. He must have tried to fight back at that time, but failed.

Allen was always sensible. But now, he was hurt like this. Was she wrong? She should have let her child not just bear it, but learn to be flexible. He could also run away, so that he would be hit so badly.

"Is there something you're not telling us?" Richard walked to the rooftop where no one was, and asked Andy.

"Yes. I won't let people who hurt Allen this time go. I've had someone investigate it." Andy didn't deny it.

"Tell me how terrible it is." Richard choked up.

"A nail stuck in his head." Andy said softly.

Richard punched the wall. The ashes on the wall were knocked down and floated down. A crater was made in the wall by his punch. His one hand was bleeding.

"Fortunately, Allen avoided it and it did not hurt the vital part. But it will still take a long time for him to recover. These people are really heartless!" Andy also punched the wall hard.

Both men's hands were bleeding. The blood dripped onto the floor and was like a plum blossom.

"Mr. Carter, I have found out. That child and his parents have been caught by me. Fortunately, someone helped us. It should be Andy and Mr. Newell," Lucy said to Richard. "OK, I'll be right there." Richard didn't tell Amy and left with Lucy.

The child was really fat. He was now hiding in the corner and shivering. He didn't look very old, just four or five years old. How could such a young child hit Allen so badly? His parents looked honest, and the family was shaking.

"Tell me, who made you do it?" Richard walked in and asked the family.

"Nobody. We did it ourselves." The father shivered and said.

"Really? What did you have against this child? Why did you hit him so badly?" Richard asked them, holding back the desire inside to kill them.

"He hit my child. So, I hit him. Children are their parents' treasures. He was the one who started the fight. Why can't we hit him?" that father was still stubborn and reluctant to admit mistakes.

"He hit your child? Are you sure? The teachers all saw that your child was hitting Allen at that time. How dare you say Allen hit your child? How dare you!" while Richard heard that, he was so angry that he walked to the man and kicked him a few times.

"What are you doing? How can you hit me?" The man said in horror. Richard's kicks almost killed him.

"Yes, how can you hit my husband?" the woman held her husband and looked up at Richard.

"So what? You could even hit such a young child. Why can't I hit you?" Richard pointed at the man and said. "We didn't hit him!" the woman argued. But the man winked at her, and she immediately looked down. "Alright. Since you hit my child, I'll also hit your child." Richard said and walked towards the little fat boy. "Daddy, mommy, I'm afraid! I'm afraid!" looking at Richard's gloomy face, the boy was scared and cried.

"You are afraid? You can even kill others. What are you afraid of?" Richard raised his hand and was about to hit the fat boy.

"Stop! We really didn't hit your child." Seeing that Richard was about to hit her son, as a mother, the woman instinctively tried to protect her son.

"So you mean that my son hit himself up?" Richard turned to the woman and said.

"No. But we did not hit him. I swear. It really wasn't us! We did not do it!" the woman was anxious to explain and couldn't help crying.

"Guys, separate them. If they refuse to tell the truth, hit this child, until his parents tell the truth! Drag him away if you kill him. It's revenge for my child." Richard said to Lucy.

Lucy then held the child to another room.

"No! Don't do that! It's really not us, not us!" the woman was more anxious while watching her child being taken to another room. But the man kept pulling her and stopping her from saying anything. So, she could only cry.

"Mommy! Mommy!" the room was not far away and was next to this room. The child's voice came, making the woman even more flustered.

"Honey, our child is suffering! Just say it, OK? Otherwise, our child will be killed soon." The woman had no choice but to kneel and beg her husband.

"We cannot say." The man said to the woman in a soft voice.

"Mommy! Mommy!" the boy's cry sounded more and more painful, which made the woman heartbroken.

"I don't care. Anyway we will be dead. Why should we take the blame for the others!" the woman came round at this time. She stood up and went to Richard to tell the truth.