Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother
Chapter 445

One side was despair and pain; the other was hope and salvation.

What should she choose? Wasn't that obvious?

When Flynn saw Andrew and Queenie getting along intimately, he grew enraged and rushed over with a loud shout.

She exclaimed and subconsciously pushed Andrew away, facing Flynn and closing her eyes.

She'd seen Flynn hit someone.

That year at the bar, we were all drunk. When he came, he almost beat the other party to death. His ferocious appearance had frightened us.

Queenie naturally didn't want the innocent Andrew to be harmed. She realized she couldn't do anything, so she stepped forward and pushed him away.

Flynn never expected her to push Andrew away, so he used too much force.

When his target became Queenie, he didn't manage to hold back. Seeing that his fist was about to hit her face, Queenie paled and closed her eyes, preparing for the coming injury and severe pain. Andrew, who had been pushed away, responded instantly and hurried back frantically. When he saw the fist about to strike Queenie, he leaped up and kicked Flynn's face. Seeing that, I took the opportunity to pull Queenie out of Flynn's attack range.

Andrew used all his strength to kick Flynn's left cheek. He was injured, and blood immediately gushed forth. He got kicked to the side and fell to his knees on the ground. Queenie cried as she lay on my shoulder. Distressingly, I patted her back to comfort her.

Andrew, who had successfully hit Flynn, felt even angrier when he saw her crying. He chased after Flynn and kicked the latter several more times.

Flynn was likewise not easy to deal with. He roared and got up to fight, frantically attacking without defending. His eyes appeared fierce.

However, Andrew was good at fighting. After a few rounds, Flynn was defeated and couldn't fight back. Later, he simply stopped attacking and let Andrew's fists rain on him.

He got knocked down and struggled to get up repeatedly. Until all his strength was exhausted, he lay on the ground. He didn't seem to care whether Andrew would hit him to death. "Enough. If you hit him again, he'll die."

Winston no longer stood idly by. He set down the things and went over to pull Andrew back. "You don't have to waste your time beating a scumbag. Why don't you go and check if your girlfriend is injured?" Andrew gradually calmed down. He glanced at Flynn sternly before returning his attention to Queenie. He lowered his head and tenderly asked her if she was injured.

She cried and shook her head, stating she was fine, which soothed his rage.

Flynn struggled to stand while swaying. His expensive clothes were stained with mud and leaves, his hair was messy, and the blood on his face had spread into a strange mark.

He gazed longingly at Queenie, who was being cared for by Andrew. His eyes welled up with tears, and he revealed his intense and heavy pain.

Was Flynn in pain, too? That was a rare scene. Only by experiencing it himself did he understand how much pain Queenie had suffered over the years.

"Queenie, let's go back, okay?" Andrew spoke softly. He still looked immature but seemingly invincible, standing beside Queenie like a protective wall capable of shielding her from danger for the rest of her life. I echoed, "Queenie, let's go back. I haven't had dinner yet."

"Okay." She wiped away her tears and walked forward.

We walked in. Andrew wanted to take my suitcase, but Winston refused. "Just take care of your girlfriend. I can handle this."

Honestly, I didn't want Winston to enter my place. After all, Colin specifically reminded me to stay away from him.

However, Andrew got increasingly concerned about the crying Queenie. I couldn't carry so much stuff either. Given Flynn's insane state, it would be safer to have more men, so I'd better accept Winston's help. When we approached the door, there was a shrill yell from behind, "I love you, Queenie! Don't leave me! Please!"