A Wound that Never Heals

Chapter 261

A Wound that Never Heals Chapter 261

Chapter 261 Down on Your Knees

Avery let Andrew pull him up because his hands were still cuffed on the table. Other than getting up, he was also unable to leave.

No matter how out of control Andrew was, he was still clear that this was the police station. There were some things that could not be said in this place, which was filled with surveillance and police.

He tried his best to suppress his anger and said in a deep voice, “Wait and see how I’ll deal with you, brat!”

Avery did not respond at all. Andrew pulled him up, and he stood up. Andrew scolded him and hit him, and he suffered.

Andrew was so angry that he could hardly breathe as he was old.

Turning around to look at Tom, Andrew gasped for breath for a long time before he tried his best to speak calmly.

“Mr. Dorsey, my grandson has a brain problem. His psychological illness hasn’t been cured, but he definitely has not done anything illegal, like taking drugs.

“The hospital gave me a report to prove his mental illness. As for whether he has taken drugs or not, I asked your subordinate when came in. He said that the results were out.

My grandson did not have any drugs.”

Outside the door, an auxiliary police officer came over with the examination report. He approached Tom and whispered, “Mr. Dorsey, it was carefully examined. Mr. Gallard did not take drugs.”

Tom looked at the auxiliary police officer beside him a little vigilantly. Andrew said in a low voice, “Don’t worry. Taking drugs is such a serious matter. I still know the severity of the matter. I didn’t bribe your subordinate.”

Tom sighed and his tone became a little gentler. “Mr. Gallard, I didn’t mean that.

Since it’s like this, I won’t say anything else. You can bring him back.

“Avery is a good child. It is better for you to take care of him and teach him a lesson.

Don’t let him go astray. It will be too late to regret anything if he does it.”

It was probably the first time that Andrew lowered his head in front of others. He replied in a good voice, “You are right. My grandson has caused you trouble in the middle of the night. Thanks to you, my grandson did not make a big mistake that could not be undone.”

From beginning to end, Avery acted as if this matter had nothing to do with him. He did not speak, nor did he express any opinion or admit his mistake. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

It was only when Andrew brought him out that Tom looked at their backs and sighed, “He used to be a vigorous and decisive man.

He has been ruined in the past two years. Mr. Gallard must be heartbroken.”

In the past, Andrew loved to mention his grandson the most. Every time he said it, his face would be filled with pride.

And in these two years, he had never mentioned Avery in front of outsiders. Or perhaps, it could be said that he had come out to socialize less than before. He always stayed alone in the Gallard’s house.

Andrew brought Avery out. It was close to midnight, and the autumn night wind began to turn cold.

The autumn wind carried a few yellow leaves as they spun around on the ground. When they arrived at the side of the car, Andrew gritted his teeth and said, “Get down to your knees.”

The person behind him was a head taller than him. The tall and strong man did not hesitate at all when he heard this and knelt with a thud.

Andrew turned around and saw Avery getting down to his knees on the ground. His anger surged up with a whoosh.

It was unknown if it was because the autumn wind made his eyes uncomfortable or because of something else, but Andrew’s eyes were full of tears.

He panted as he propped himself up against the car door. His steps were anxious and shaky as he walked around the back of the car and pulled out an arm-thick club from the trunk.

He smashed Avery’s body with the club, and Andrew scolded until his eyes turned red. “I told you to get down to your knees! You brat, how much have you ruined the Gallard Group over the years? Open your eyes and take a look!”

The club smashed onto his back, causing Avery to spit out blood, but he still knelt and did not make a sound.

His body fell forward and his palm pressed against the ground due to inertia. There was a diamond ring on his ring finger. It was very conspicuous under the night sky and was shining brightly.

His whole body was a mess. His lips were pale and his chin was covered with stubble. It was unknown whether his leather shoes were stained with mud or smoke. His suit jacket was even more wrinkled.

Only the diamond ring on his finger was so delicate and clean that it seemed kind of weird.

Andrew felt that it was extremely annoying.

He waved the club and smashed it on the back of his hand.

This time, Avery, who did not resist before, curled up his fingers before the club fell down. He held the ring finger and the diamond ring tightly in his palm.

The club fell on the back of his hand that was holding tightly, and bruises appeared on the back of his hand in an instant. The palm that Avery held tightly did not loosen at all.

A black Bentley parked not far away in the corner and was not easily detected by others.

In the car, Darlene sat in the front passenger seat and looked at the scene not far away blankly.

She had just returned to Baltimore with Braylen. Braylen received a call halfway through. A friend said that he was on a temporary business trip and asked Braylen to come to the police station to take a file.

Braylen had something to do tomorrow, and he happened to contact Tom. Tom said that he was still at the police station, so they came here.

Braylen had already gotten out of the car and left for a while. Darlene was waiting for him in the car. Unexpectedly, the first person she saw in Baltimore was Avery.

Getting down to his knees on the road, Avery was beaten brutally by someone with a club.