Free Web NovelChapter 64: Chapter 64: Tears of Grievance
Sonia Quincy had imagined countless ways Renee Sinclair might try to "right the wrongs," but she never expected her to be so crude and brutal as to just start throwing punches.
Ms. Armstrong’s employer was Ethan Lockwood. Even with Renee Sinclair having brought backup, she wasn’t about to just stand there and take a beating.
She grabbed at Renee Sinclair’s hair and, dodging the flurry of kicks and punches, found an opening to slap her hard a few times. Renee’s cheeks flushed red, and the corner of her mouth began to swell.
This made Renee Sinclair even more furious. She started hitting harder, her attacks accompanied by a stream of vile insults.
"You fucking bitch, who the hell do you think you are? You dare come to Felix’s house and try this shit? Do you think Felix has no one watching his back?"
"I’ll kill you! I’ll fucking kill you! You little bitch, born with no one to raise you right! Watch me tear your hair out by the roots!"
"Why didn’t your husband just drop dead? If he died, you could be a widow for real! You’re just a clingy, desperate grass widow!"
Renee Sinclair’s insults were so vile that Ms. Armstrong, enraged, began hammering her with all her strength.
Realizing she was losing the fight, she quickly called over her bodyguards. They grabbed Ms. Armstrong, pinning her hands so she couldn’t retaliate.
She didn’t submit, struggling so violently that the bodyguards had trouble restraining her.
"..."
Sonia Quincy and Mrs. Preston were completely stunned.
The scene at their doorstep was a boiling pot of chaos.
"Oh my goodness—"
"What are you doing? Please, talk it out! Don’t fight!"
Mrs. Preston finally snapped out of her stupor and scrambled forward, desperately trying to break up the fight.
Renee Sinclair was in a frenzy. She flung her arm out and shoved Mrs. Preston aside.
"Get away from me! This bitch actually dared to fight back. Today, I’m going to show her what happens!"
"Renee Sinclair!" Sonia Quincy strode forward, despite her pregnant belly, and grabbed Renee’s arm. She roared, "Are you insane? Look at yourself! Do you have any idea what you’re doing?"
"I’m not insane!" Disregarding Sonia’s pregnancy, Renee Sinclair grabbed her by the shoulders and shoved her back forcefully.
Sonia Quincy lost her balance, stumbling back several steps.
"Sonia!" Mrs. Preston rushed over to steady her, her terrified gaze fixed on Sonia’s belly. Her face was ashen.
"Are you all right? Are you hurt?"
Sonia Quincy waved a dismissive hand, not daring to get any closer to the deranged Renee Sinclair. "Renee Sinclair, have your men let her go! Now! If you touch her again, I’m calling the police!"
Renee Sinclair sneered, then raised her hand and slapped Ms. Armstrong hard across the face twice. "Go on, call them. I’m the heiress of the Sinclair Group. Which cop would dare touch me?"
"...You’re fucking insane." Done arguing, Sonia Quincy pulled out her phone and dialed 911.
Renee Sinclair wasn’t scared at all. She grabbed Ms. Armstrong by the hair and raised her hand to hit her again.
"Renee Sinclair!"
The situation had just taken a completely different turn. Overwhelmed, Sonia Quincy decisively made a video call to Felix Preston.
The call hadn’t even connected, but Sonia aimed her phone’s camera directly at the disheveled Renee Sinclair.
"Felix Preston hates people who get into fights more than anything. If you’re not afraid of him seeing you like this, then go right ahead."
"..."
As crazy as Renee Sinclair was, Felix Preston was the one person who could control her. Her eyes were glued to Sonia Quincy’s phone screen. The moment Felix’s face appeared, she violently shoved the phone back at Sonia.
"Sonia."
On the other end of the call, Felix Preston had no idea his home was imploding. Since Sonia rarely video-called him, he’d even taken a moment to find a more flattering angle before answering.
"Have you had lunch yet? What’s with the surprise video call?"
"..." Sonia Quincy couldn’t bring herself to smile.
She pressed a hand to her forehead, sighing again and again. The first words out of her mouth were a plea for help. "Help me, Felix Preston. You need to get back here, fast. Everything has gone to hell."
"What?" Felix Preston’s face fell. Without even asking what was wrong, he snatched his car keys and bolted from his studio.
"Sonia, don’t worry. I’m on my way."
Sonia Quincy shook her head. "Don’t come home. Just go straight to the police station. I’ll see you in a jail cell."
Felix Preston’s brief appearance on screen was enough to rein in Renee Sinclair’s frenzy. At the very least, she stopped having her bodyguards restrain Ms. Armstrong.
Her hair a mess, looking utterly wretched from the beating, Ms. Armstrong collapsed onto the ground and burst into loud sobs.
Renee Sinclair let down her ponytail, running her fingers through the knots in her hair. She was still stubbornly defiant. "See? A good beating calmed her right down. I didn’t do anything wrong. Felix won’t blame me. He’ll just blame that useless woman in his bed for being incompetent."
"..." Sonia Quincy was beyond frustrated. She didn’t want to waste another word on Renee Sinclair.
Sonia had already called the police once, and as soon as Ms. Armstrong was released, she immediately made a second call. The police arrived in less than ten minutes and hauled everyone at the scene down to the station.
Just as she’d expected, the moment Renee Sinclair had her bodyguards join in, the fight was no longer just a simple brawl.
Ms. Armstrong was now unequivocally the victim, and Renee Sinclair was facing possible detention.
But Ms. Armstrong wasn’t satisfied. Sitting in the station’s mediation room, she pointed a finger at Sonia Quincy and shrieked, "Officer, she’s an accomplice! The people who beat me, they know her! They’re all in this together! They ganged up on me, trying to beat me to death!"
"You can’t just detain that one! She needs to be locked up, too!"
Sonia Quincy: "..."
She was completely numb to it all. At this point, no accusation could faze her.
The officer handling the case glanced at her belly and said with a sigh, "The lady is pregnant, so we can’t detain her. Besides, she wasn’t the one who called the woman that attacked you. This doesn’t really involve her."
"I don’t believe you!"
Ms. Armstrong shouted, screamed, and stomped her foot. "They’re in it together! They’re accomplices!"
"Sonia!"
Felix Preston had gotten stuck in traffic, arriving at the police station more than half an hour late.
Hearing his voice, Sonia Quincy felt a sting in her nose as her eyes welled up.
"Felix Preston." She rose from her chair and, with Mrs. Preston supporting her, went outside to meet him.
"Sonia." Felix Preston gathered her into his arms, anxiously looking her up and down. "Are you all right? Did they hurt you?"
After the morning she’d had, the moment Sonia Quincy saw Felix Preston, she felt a wave of grief and indignation.
She grabbed his hand, her voice trembling as she answered, "Does emotional trauma count? Because my head is absolutely killing me."
"It’s okay, it’s okay." Felix Preston cupped her face in his hands, gently rubbing her cheeks before pulling her into a comforting embrace, his heart aching for her.
"Don’t cry, Sonia. I’m here now. I’ll take care of everything. You don’t have to worry about a thing."
Sonia Quincy closed her eyes, wiping her tears on Felix Preston’s shirt. "Okay."
After a moment, Felix Preston let her go, gently wiping the tears from under her eyes. "It’s okay now, Sonia. I’m here. Go sit down and rest. I’ll handle this."
Sonia Quincy didn’t have the energy to speak, so she simply nodded.
"Mom." Felix Preston guided Sonia over to Mrs. Preston. "Please look after Sonia. I’m going to go talk to the police."
Mrs. Preston breathed a sigh of relief. "All right."
