Chapter 1182

David let out a bone-chilling scream of pain as his arm throbbed from being broken. Oliver had also shattered his jawline, making every sound he uttered laced with agony. He was not one to cry out unless the pain was unbearable, and now he could barely contain it. James covered Abigail's eyes protectively, shielding her from the gruesome scene unfolding in front of them. Meanwhile, Grace looked down at little Cliff, who had stopped crying and was watching his dad fight with wide-eyed fascination. His long, tear-streaked lashes fluttered as he stared, completely engrossed. Grace felt a chill run down her spine at the sight and quickly placed her hand over Cliff's eyes. He pouted and swatted her hand away, wanting to keep watching. David had pushed Oliver to his breaking point, forcing him to use brutal force—a rare occurrence. The last person who provoked Oliver like this was still in a coma. In the distance, the sound of police sirens grew louder. David noticed the predicament he