Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 72

Teach Him A Lesson Hector was in good condition.

He clenched his fist so hard that Brent almost cried out in pain.

Brent struggled to break free from Hector's grip, his voice trembling with anger.

"Who do you think you are? Why don't you mind your own business...” Before Brent could finish hissentence, Hector snapped Brent's wrist, the sharp crack causing Brent to yelp in pain.

"Ah! Are you out of your mind?" It took Brent a moment to understand what had just happened.

Then, he crumpled to the ground, writhing in pain and letting out piercing screams.

After releasing his grip, Hector calmly reached for a tissue offered by his assistant.

He wiped his hands with an air of indifference, his eyes locked onto Raegan throughout, paying noattention to Brent.

But somehow, Brent couldn't help but feel oppressed by the aura exuded by Hector.

Though Brent had never met Mitchel in person, judging from Hector’s handsome appearance and theluxurious car he had arrived in, Brent assumed he must be Raegan's man.

Clutching his injured hand, he decided to exploit the situation.

“Are you the man with Raegan? I'm her uncle.

If you want to save her today, you must pay me a million dollars for my injuries and the nursing fee."Clearly, he intended to blackmail them.

Raegan, who was still in a daze, nearly burst into tears when she mistook Hector for Mitchel.

But upon closer inspection, she realized they merely shared a passing resemblance.

Hector's eyes were gentle, a stark contrast to his cold and handsome temperament.

Perhaps because he was slightly older than Mitchel, his eyes bore the weight of a life filled withexperiences.

Undeterred, Brent persisted, "You two might not tie the knot yet, but I'm her uncle.

How dare you lay a hand on me!" Raegan hadn't expected Brent to be so shameless and evenblackmail them.

She couldn't help but scold him, "Shut up! Stop bothering this gentleman.

I don’t know him.” However, how could Brent believe it? After all, this was a rare opportunity for him tomake a fortune out of it.

He wasn't about to let it slip away so easily.

He added, “Dude, look at her.

She has been with you for a while.

Don't you think it's time for you to shower me with some money? I'm being generous by asking for justone million dollars." Hector turned his sharp gaze onto Brent.

Brent shuddered in fear under Hector's unwavering stare.

Instinctively, Brent understood it would be unwise to provoke someone of Hector's stature.

Yet, when he thought about the money, a glimmer of encouragement washed over him, but he stillcouldn't muster the courage to raise his voice.

"You are lucky, you know.

My niece used to be courted by an ocean of men.

Her looks are top-notch, and so is her figure.

Don’t be so tight-fisted.

Otherwise, I might as well trade her for money myself.” Brent's words were vile and indecent, nothinglike how an uncle should talk about his niece.

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'sface.

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, "Idon’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 hergrandmother 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? Thequestion nagged at her, but there was no way Brent would answer her.

In the midst of her pondering, a young policeman approached her, asking, "Excuse me, are youRaegan Hayes?” Raegan gazed up at the police officer, and he continued, "Do you remember me? Iused to work at the Tenassie station.

I’m Eric Happer.” The mention of his name triggered a recollection.

Raegan had spent years searching for the hit-and-run suspect responsible for her father's death.

Even after relocating to Ardlens, she returned annually to pursue the case, yet there had been noprogress.

Eric, who had been newly transferred to the Tenassie station, had met Raegan a year earlier.

Raegan's father's accident had been particularly tragic, and Raegan's striking appearance had left animpression on him.

Eric continued, "A few days ago, I heard from a former colleague that a recently captured fugitiveconfessed to the police.

The crime scene wasn't far from the site of your father's accident.

The fugitive mentioned seeing a suspicious vehicle.

The details are still being investigated.” Raegan was taken aback by the revelation.

Even though she had rarely spoken about the incident in recent years, it had never slipped her mind.

She immediately exchanged contact information with Eric, asking him to keep her informed of anyupdates.

After taking care of everything, Raegan was about to return to the nursing house when Hector's carpulled up right in front of her.

Raegan stood by the roadside and expressed her heartfelt thanks.

"Don’t mention it," Hector replied, his voice gentle and devoid of the cruelty she had witnessed when heruthlessly broke Brent's wrist.

He seemed like a completely different person.

"Where are you headed? Let me give you a lift,” Hector offered.

"That's very kind of you, but I don’t want to trouble you further.

I will hail a taxi." Hector glanced at her and casually said, "It's not a big deal.

Get in the car." His tone was easygoing, yet there was an undeniable charm in his voice.

Grateful for his earlier help, Raegan didn't protest and obediently got into the car.

The moment she settled in, Hector handed her a handkerchief and motioned toward her right cheek.

Raegan examined herself through the car window and saw some bloodstains on her face.

The handkerchief had a faint scent of sandalwood and felt exceptionally soft.

Feeling a bit awkward using such an elegant handkerchief, she said, "Sir, a tissue will do." "Don't worryabout it.

Just use the handkerchief and throw it away when you are done.” Still feeling that using such ahandkerchief was inappropriate, Raegan returned the tissue to Hector.

After studying Raegan for a moment, Hector took back the handkerchief and gave her a tissue.

After that, Hector appeared somewhat fatigued.

He closed his eyes and didn't say another word.

Upon reaching her destination, Raegan exited the car and expressed her gratitude.

Unexpectedly, Hector looked up at her and said, "You remind me of a friend of mine." Raegan deemedit a cliché, half-expecting him to ask for her phone number.

She had already formulated a polite refusal.

But to her surprise, Hector said nothing more.

He simply rolled up the window and drove off.

Raegan didn't dwell on it and walked into the nursing house.

Meanwhile, in the car, Hector gazed at Raegan's retreating figure, his expression carrying a hiddenmeaning.

A thought crossed his mind as he murmured, "Ella, is that you?" After a moment, he closed his eyesand issued a cold command, "Investigate this woman right away.”