Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire
Chapter 326

Chapter 326

Crystal hid behind Harold and said, "I thought it would be fine after she apologized, but there are still other things?"

Harold said, "Some people won't learn their lesson if they are not taught enough."

Crystal nodded, indicating that she had been taught enough.

Eric suppressed his anger. "Then what do you plan to do?"

Harold raised his eyebrows and said, "Mrs. Coombs doesn't know that trouble comes from words. Shouldn't Mr. Coombs teach her properly?"

Alda seemed to have realized something. She stared fixedly at Eric. "Eric, how dare you!"

Eric took a deep breath and said slowly, "Alda, I'm doing this for your own good."

"You... you can't..." Alda hurriedly tried to run, but the bodyguards immediately stopped her. She was trapped in her current position and couldn't move. She could only watch as Eric approached. Eric closed

his eyes and suddenly raised his hand. He slammed his palm viciously on Alda's face, instantly causing her head to tilt to the side. Blood flowed out from the corner of her lips. Half of her face quickly became red and swollen, and the bright red fingerprints were especially frightening. Alda cried out, but Eric ignored her.

He had used too much strength to slap her just now. His hand was numb, but he still struggled to look at Harold, almost gnashing his teeth. "Master White... Are you satisfied?" "What's the use of me being satisfied?" Harold pulled Crystal out and pinched her cheeks. "Are you satisfied?"

Crystal looked at the mark on Alda's face and felt the pain. However, she did not pity Alda. If Harold did not come today, she would be the one in such a miserable situation.

"It's okay," Crystal said, "She's still pregnant. I forgive her."

Harold nodded and said, "Since she has chosen to forgive her, I will let it slide."

Eric was speechless.

"She had knelt down and been slapped by me. What else do you want to do?"

He was so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Mr. Coombs, you'd better educate your wife well in the future." Harold said slowly, "After all, not everyone is as soft-hearted and easy-going as my wife. If Mrs. Coombs offends anyone else, she would probably end up miserably."

Eric said, "...That's for sure."

Harold glanced at Corey and grabbed Crystal's hand. "Let's go."

Crystal replied with an "oh" and was led out of the garden by Harold.

Alda was still crying, giving Eric a headache. He roared, "Don't cry! I told you that I had no choice!"

Alda cried and said, "Aren't you powerful? Why are you afraid of him?"

Corey snorted and laughed at Alda's stupidity.

Eric said, "That's Harold! Who dares to confront Harold in Fairby?! Don't you want to live?!"

Alda was stunned.

"Ha... Harold?"

She seemed to have heard of this name.

On many high-end occasions, people would even avoid him out of fear.

Eric was very angry, but his heart ached for Alda. He softened his voice and said, "Alright, alright. Don't cry. The wound on your face will heal in a few days. Go wash your face first."

Alda knew men and knew that no matter how aggrieved she was, if she continued to make a fuss now, it would only annoy them. So she wiped her tears and said, "... Okay."

As soon as she arrived at the bathroom, she slammed the perfumed bottle beside the sink onto the

mirror.

The mirror immediately cracked like a spider web, reflecting her distorted face.