"Ah!"
Cherry Lewis screamed miserably.
The cactus spines, densely punctured her skin, not a drop of blood flowed, yet the pain was more unbearable than a cut!
She grabbed a stone intending to throw it at Isabella Weaver, but considering Harry Hunter was watching beside her, she could only forcefully endure, her hand gripping the pebble bulged with veins, her nails broke without her noticing.
Harry Hunter had already strode over, seeing Isabella Weaver covered in filth, her forehead heavily swollen, his anger uncontrollable, his voice colder than ever: "Good! Very good! Planning to kill my wife while I'm not home, do you think I'm dead?!"
He reached out to pull Isabella Weaver from behind Grace Watt to carry her away, but as soon as his hand touched her clothes, she avoided him, not letting him touch her at all!
