Love Contract novel Chapter 180

"Mary? What's going on with you? "

The horrified Amy couldn't do anything but scream as she tried to block Mary with her body parts. She was at a loss as to why Mary had ended up like this.

"I..." Mary stuttered, beginning to tear up. As she pulled her torn dress tight around her body, embarrassment, outrage, and helplessness slowly contorted her face into a pained expression. With a lump in her throat, she cried out, "Aunt Amy..."

"My goodness, Mary! It's all right! It's all right!" Amy quickly wrapped her arms around her in an effort to comfort and calm her down.

William, too, moved a few steps towards her, but stopped himself before he got any closer.

Timothy frowned when he saw his son standing in the distance. While he might not know the full scope of what had happened, William's disheveled clothes were enough for him to understand that he had something to do with it.

All of a sudden, the sound of a palm clashing with a cheek rang out loud and clear.

Everyone turned around and was shocked. Timothy had slapped William across the face so hard that his hand had left a distinct red print on his face.

"Father..." Mary whispered weakly as tears slowly rolled down her face.

"William... Timothy..." Amy's mouth was agape and her eyes were filled with horror.

Timothy was so angry that his face had become bright red. With trembling hands he roared at the man in front of him, "How did I have a son like you? Huh? How could someone related to me be worse than a brainless and immoral animal? Answer me, you bastard!"

William didn't answer his father's questions, but instead, bit down on his lip so hard his teeth were already digging deep into his flesh. As he did this, his eyes were fixed on Mary.

"So you're just going to ignore me, William? You're not going to answer me? Stop staring at her!" Timothy's eyes burned with rage. "Come out with me!"

William immediately did what he was told and walked out with his father.

On his way out, he buttoned up his shirt in an attempt to fix his appearance. His face, however, showed his embarrassment as clear as day.

After the two men left, Amy immediately turned to Mary. "Mary, did William... did he do anything to you?" "No... not yet." Mary shook her head vigorously.

"But your dress... Just stay here first. I'll get you some clothes to change into."

"Thank you, Aunt Amy."

"Don't be silly, Mary." Amy, too, then exited and gently closed the door behind her.

Alone, Mary sat on the bed, silent and pondering about what William had just told her.

Wasn't he gay? Wasn't he in love with Frank? Was she wrong? Did he truly love her?

All of these questions filled and clogged her mind, making her feel lost and confused. Should she trust him? 'But so what if you believed him? Mary Lu, will the both of you ever be able to go back to what you used to be?'

William walked and walked until he reached the hospital's garden. No one was there at that time, and so privacy was guaranteed for him and his father. William stood sheepishly in one spot while Timothy sat down on a nearby bench.

"Are you drunk? How much did you drink?" William could hear the utmost disdain in his father's voice. "I can smell alcohol on you from a mile away!"

"I... I just drank a little."

"A little? Are you telling me that just after a few drinks, you got so drunk that you tried to rape Mary? Is that what you're saying?" The fires of rage in Timothy's eyes shone brighter than ever before. He lifted his crutch—which was as thick as his arm —and struck William's back with it. "You shameless pig! Immoral bastard!"

William let out a pained yelp but didn't say anything else. Instead, he continued to lower his head in an attempt to avoid Timothy's gaze.

"Are you stupid?" Timothy snorted, "I heard you arguing with Mary just now! What did you do to Mary? Did you..."

"No, I didn't." William aggressively shook his head.

"You wretched man! Have you forgotten? You and Mary are divorced! You can't treat her like this! She will sue you and you will be jailed!

I know what kind of person you are and so I never expected anything from you. You have constantly angered and disappointed me in the past four years—with the exception of the twins. They are already more precious to me than you'd ever be.