Raegan seethed with anger, a strong urge to put him in his place brewing within her.

But someone else beat her to it. Hector elegantly slipped off his leather gloves and used them to deliver a resounding slap on Brent's face.

Smack! The sound echoed loudly.

Brent spewed a mouthful of blood, his nose and mouth bleeding profusely. He howled in pain.

Hector tossed his gloves onto the floor, stomping on them with his boots.

His gentle demeanor had given way to an icy, unwavering gaze as he spoke.

“If you don't know how to speak, let me teach you."

Brent wailed pitifully.

“Raegan, I'm your uncle. You can't just stand by and watch me get humiliated Like this."

However, Raegan responded coldly, "I don't have an uncle like you."

Suddenly, the shrill sound of a police whistle pierced the air.

Brent's face changed dramatically. He hadn't expected Raegan to have called the police. He attempted to run away.

But he was caught red-handed and escorted to the police station.

Raegan also headed to the station to recount the whole ordeal, with Hector standing as her witness.

The officer assured Raegan that Brent would be detained for at least fifteen days.

Raegan didn't want to make things too difficult for him. She merely aimed to teach Brent a lesson and make him think twice before bullying her and her grandmother again.

Yet, she couldn't shake the feeling that Brent's sudden appearance was rather strange.

She had brought her grandmother to Ardlens without informing anyone.

How on earth had Brent pinpointed the nursing house and her grandmother's ward so precisely?

The question nagged at her, but there was no way Brent would answer her.