My extraordinary wife novel (Ashlyn and Lucas)
Chapter 468

Chapter 468

Sienna did not dare to look at him. I must appear ugly, seeing that I'm in a mess right now. Subconsciously, she covered her swollen cheek with her hand, not wanting Dixon to see her in such a manner. "Do you know how much Aunt Sienna has earned for the Haddock Group? Do you know how much she has done for the Haddock Group's reputation?" A sneer grew on Dixon's lips. "The old man is still lying in his hospital bed, yet you're beating her up here? Here's my warning. Whoever looks down on Sienna Oates will be looking down on me as well."

Sienna raised her head to stare at Dixon in shock.

W-What did he just say? How can this be possible? He's protecting me?

Perking a brow up, he crouched down. Like a devil straight from hell, he grabbed Jennifer's chin and uttered, "Witch. Which hand of yours had you used to hit her?"

"I... I..." Jennifer could barely breathe, as she was an inch away from the feces. She had gagged and retched into the tray several times now.

"You can't tell me? I guess you'll lose both of your hands then." Dixon waved, as another group of men in black rushed over from the end of the corridor. One of the men had a large knife in his hands, and he walked over, towards Jennifer.

Without saying anything, he grabbed his hand and raised the knife.

"No! Don't! Dixon, I was wrong! I won't pick a bone with Sienna anymore. Dixon, aren't you afraid of Dad holding you accountable for this?" Jennifer shrieked maniacally. Her eyes were as wide as saucers, and her back was soaked in sweat.

A pungent smell came from her bottom.

Ashlyn could not help but frown.

Dixon retracted his hand and muttered, "Coward. She's soiled herself."

He stood up, and a man instantly handed him a clean handkerchief. He took it and wiped his hands with a look of disdain.

Just as Jennifer sighed, thinking that Dixon was letting her off, she heard the man's nonchalant voice. "Chop them off."

Thump! A muffled noise.

A knife swung down.

A hand fell onto the ground.

"Ah!" Jennifer screamed, as she held onto her left arm and stared at the mutilated spot. Blood was gushing out of the stump.

The blood streamed down her clothes and puddled, onto the ground.

Taken aback, Sienna retreated.

Her face was pallid as she turned to look at Dixon.

This was the first time that she had clearly sensed the terror of Dixon.

With similar pale looks, Korbin and his wife were staring at Dixon. "You're the devil himself!"

Dixon paid no heed to Korbin's curses and fear. Instead, he turned to glance at Lucas. "Mr. Nolan, are you satisfied with how I'd dealt with this?"

"Since Ms. Haddock has lost her hand, she gets to skip on the feces." Lucas' eyes had a dark look in them. "How dare you question whether she is a doctor or not? You must have had a death wish. Or perhaps, do you think that Arthur is enjoying too long of a life?"

"You should've checked on Dr. Berry's identity. Do you think that she'd earned the title of the best surgeon while sitting on her hands?" Spencer raised his leg to kick Korbin once more. Haddock trash. "Mr. Haddock, Hayden had insulted my woman the day before today, and Ms. Haddock had questioned my woman today. Do the Haddocks think that the Nolans are cowards?" asked Lucas in a glacial tone as he raised his brows and stared fixedly at the Haddocks.

Jennifer was on the verge of passing out from the pain, and words no longer formed in her brain. I've already lost a hand. What else does Lucas want?

Lucas Nolan-an intimidating presence, was the ultimate prominent figure of Lake City. He was ruthless and cruel.

Even Dixon, of the Haddock family, had to be sidelined when Lucas was around.

Despite the lack of changes in his expression, the words that spilled from his lips sent shivers down everyone's spine.

"I wonder what Mr. Haddock will do."

This was the first time that Dixon had been forced to do something.

No thanks to these pieces of trash!

With an angry glower, he hissed, "I'll give three percent of Haddock Group's shares to Dr. Berry as compensation."

"I won't need the shares," Ashlyn, who had been silent, finally uttered, “Mr. Haddock, why don't you donate thirty million to the Saunders Charity instead. It'll be for the group homes. Many children in group homes have tough lives, and many group homes don't have a source of income. Why don't you allow some children who have just left the group home to work at Haddock Group?"