Daniel grabbed Mia's wrist and with all his strength tried to pull her out of Lambert's embrace. Gene and Ethan stood by, not daring to say a word.
"Let go." Lambert's voice was filled with overwhelming anger, his bloodthirsty eyes locked onto Daniel, and with a cold tone, the atmosphere became immediately tense.
"The one who should let go is you." Daniel tightened his grip on Mia's hand, unwilling to release her.
Mia was caught in the middle, unable to escape either side's force.
Lambert said, "She is my wife. I'm here to take my woman home, as is my right. If you don't let go, don't blame me for being rude."
It was only because of Mia that he was willing to say this much to Daniel. In the past, Daniel wouldn't even have had the chance to speak, let alone stand next to Mia.
"With a marriage in name only, have you ever cared for her when she was hurt? Did you ask for her opinion? Does she want to go with you? Lambert, who do you think you are? If you want to take Mia today, you'll have to step over my dead body." After a few pointed questions, Daniel made his stance clear, staring coldly at Lambert, matching his intensity.
"I've seen plenty of people looking for death, but you're the first one to dare look for death right in front of me. Fine, I'll grant your wish."
As soon as Lambert finished speaking, he kicked at Daniel. The sudden attack caught Daniel off guard, and he was hit squarely in the chest. Even so, he didn't let go of Mia's hand.
"Ethan, take care of the young madam." Lambert's eyes were bloodshot, filled with cruel bloodlust.
Gene rushed forward in a panic. The situation was tense, and they had to protect Mia from getting caught in the conflict between the two men.
"I'm only letting this go because you saved Mia's life. But you secretly took her out of the country and made me search for her for two years. I haven't even settled that score with you." Lambert grabbed Daniel by the collar, and as soon as he finished speaking, he slammed a heavy punch into Daniel's face.
Daniel swung back, but his punch fell short. He could only kick at Lambert's body.
Lambert moved fast, throwing another punch that struck Daniel in the face, followed by a kick to his chest. With that single blow, Daniel fell to the ground, unable to speak for a while. Blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and he tried several times but couldn't get up.
Lambert wasn't finished. He stepped on Daniel's shoulder, stomping on it repeatedly. Daniel felt as if his bones were breaking, but gritted his teeth, holding back any cries of pain.
"I'm just teaching you a lesson. If you dare get close to Mia again, next time it won't be just a scratch," Lambert's voice was cold, as though it came from an ice cellar.
He crouched down and punched Daniel twice more, pounding at his eye sockets, effectively swelling his eyes shut.
Gene saw Daniel was badly hurt, and Lambert showed no sign of stopping. He quickly rushed forward and stood in front of Daniel. Desperately, he said, "Mr. Wenshte, you can't take the president with you. I know I can't stop you, but have you considered the consequences? The president already hates you deeply. If she wakes up and finds herself at your place, she'll hate you forever. You'll never have a chance to earn her forgiveness."
"Has she ever thought of forgiving me?" Lambert spoke in a low voice, helplessly asking.
Gene couldn't answer, because the president often said, "I'll never forgive Lambert in this lifetime."
"Since she never planned to forgive me, let her hate me even more. Anyway, in this lifetime, she can only be my wife, Lambert's."
After leaving this sentence, Lambert carried Mia into the car. Ethan sat in the front seat, and they drove away.
"Dr. Daniel..." Gene was at a loss, only able to help Daniel up from the ground and into the car. The most important thing now was to get Daniel to the hospital. As for the president...
"Sigh..." Gene sighed heavily. After sending Daniel to the hospital, he would go to Lambert's house to pick up the president. Even if it cost him his life, he couldn't let Lambert do anything to the president. Otherwise, the president would be furious when she woke up.
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In the large villa, Mia's photos were everywhere, and the warm lighting made the house feel cozy. Lambert carried her to the bedroom, personally prepared a bath for her, then called for a servant to wash her and change her into sleepwear.
The servant worked tirelessly for two hours before finishing. Sweat covering her forehead, she came out of the bedroom and said to Lambert, "Mr. Wenshte, the young madam has many old injuries. She must have suffered a lot these past years. The scar on her abdomen is as long as your palm, shaped like a centipede. It's chilling to look at."
Lambert's strength gradually faded. He leaned against the cold wall, holding his breath, trying to imagine the pain and inhumane torment Mia must have endured over these two years to become the person she was now.
"I understand. You may leave now." His voice was weak as he gave the order. After they left, he quietly entered the room, looking at Mia lying on the bed. There had been so many opportunities before for him to sleep beside her, but he had preferred to bury himself in work in the study rather than step into the room filled with her perfume. He cursed himself.
Now, everything was just a wishful thought.