THE RETURN OF THE INVINCIBLE SON INLAW

Chapter 4

ANDREW

Prince Austin's eyes welled up with tears as he rushed to his father's feet, clinging to them with a pitiful expression. "Daddy, that man slapped me and hurt my face!" He wailed, pointing an accusing finger at Andrew, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

The lady's initial smile had vanished, replaced by a raging scowl. "Yes, that monster slapped our son and refused us treatment, even after we paid for the exclusive ward! He claimed he had the right to it, instead of us, the biggest shareholders of this hospital!" She spat, her voice trembling with fury.

The old man's face darkened, his eyes flashing with anger. "How dare he!" He thundered, his voice like a clap of thunder. "I'll show him the true meaning of power! He'll pay for his insolence!"

The room seemed to grow smaller, And all the onlookers began to panic on Andrew’s behalf but he still stood tall, his eyes locked on the old man, a fierce determination burning within him.

The onlookers held their breath, sensing the storm brewing and wondering if Andrew knew what exactly he was doing or if he had signed his death warrant for real and just needed someone to grant it to him: The Hills family's wrath was legendary, and it seemed Andrew had just unleashed it upon himself.

Mr. Hills stared at the direction that all their hands were pointed at with a feat of rage in his eyes.

He had never had anyone treat his family in such a manner. Coupled with the fact that he had gotten married to a lot of ladies just to get the son that he now cherished most.

He had already vowed that he was going to make sure that anyone that dared to lay a single finger on his son would pay dearly for it and guess he had just gotten his first scapegoat and was going to make good use of it.

When he stared at Andrew, he was a bit stunned for quite a while and he muttered with a confused intonation to his voice.

"He is the one? He is the one that dares to lay a hand on my son?" He muttered out aloud.

The old man's anger reached a boiling point as he gazed at Andrew, his eyes blazing with fury. "There's something strange about him," he thought inaudibly, "he's calm, almost defiant, despite being the center of this storm." A new wave of anger surged through his body, his mind racing with the implications.

"If a lowly peasant like this can touch my son, then anyone else might think they have the right to do the same!"

With his teeth gritted, the old man turned to his henchmen, his voice low and menacing. "Break his bones," he growled, "his arms, his neck. Throw him out, along with anything else that's preventing my son from receiving treatment in the exclusive ward."

The bulldogs, dressed in suits, bowed immediately after receiving the old man's orders. The lady, also in a dark suit, led the charge, her eyes gleaming with a malevolent light. The men closed in on Andrew, their fists clenched, ready to deliver a brutal beating.

Just as they were about to pounce, a little girl, with a pale complexion and dark circles under her eyes, limped forward, tears streaming down her face. She was around the same age and height as Prince Austin and wrapped her arms around Andrew's legs, pleading with all her might.

"Please don't touch my father! Please I humbly plead. I have heard everything that happened from the nurses. We aren't going to cause any further harm or troubles. You can go ahead and treat him." The little girl said, trembling.

Since Austin was the only young person that was there, she could easily tell that he was the one that all the fuss was about in the first place.

Andrew's heart twitched with concern as he gazed at his daughter, her pale face and tear-stained eyes piercing his soul. He clenched his fists,saying, "I will protect you and your mother, Dora," he whispered to himself.

Just then, Prince Austin stepped forward, his shoulders back and chin held high. "Hahaha!" he laughed, his voice dripping with disdain. "How pathetic can a daughter and father get? You really want us to let your father go? After everything he's done?"

Austin paused suddenly, his jealousy taking the better side of him as he stared at Dora's pretty face. "Well, my family and I are not really bad people," he said, obviously sounding sarcastic. "If I allow these men behind me to beat up your father, coupled with the fact that you both look so hungry, I'm not sure you'll survive it."

He sneered at Andrew and Dora, his eyes gleaming with cruelty. "So, I'll give you an option. Lick the sole of my shoes, and we'll let you go."

The lady, who had been watching with a smile, stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Are you really sure about that, son?" she asked, her voice dripping with malice. "I would have loved to see how their pretty faces would look after being beaten up so badly." She smiled, her eyes flashing with sadistic pleasure.

"I'm in a good mood today. So let's give them the privilege of licking my shoes instead. I'm sure that it's cleaner than her mouth and entire existence." he added.

"You heard my son, right? So, what are you both still doing standing there?" The lady barked angrily, her face red with rage.

Andrew's eyes flashed with defiance, his body trembling with restrained fury. "There's no need to be an angry father," he spat, his voice low and venomous. "I'll do it, and we can eventually leave." He coughed slightly, his eyes never leaving the lady's face.

Dora wanted to step forward and do as she was told, but Andrew stopped her with a stern gesture. "What do you think you're doing?" he thundered, his voice echoing off the walls. "Do you really think I'll let you lick the sole of that untamed dog's shoe?"

The room fell silent, everyone frozen in shock and fear. Dora's eyes widened, her face pale as she stared at her father in disbelief. This was the first time she had ever heard him use curse words and with such anger.

The old man's face darkened, his eyes flashing with anger, but Andrew didn't even look like he had the slightest fear for them. Even the president of the Hills family was taken aback by Andrew's bravery.

Mr. Hills' eyes blazed with fury as he turned to face Andrew, his body tense with rage. "How dare you!" he thundered, his voice echoing off the walls. "You think you can insult me and my family in our own home?"

The veins in his body began to pop out, his skin rippling with anger as he turned to the guards. "I want you to kill him and dispose of his body on the streets," he snarled,sounding very dangerous and authoritative. "This will serve as a warning to anyone who dares to cross us."

The guards bowed eagerly, ready to carry out the order, when footsteps echoed from the opposite side of the door. A new figure entered the room, an older man with gray hair and a stern expression. He was accompanied by a smaller but more formidable group of guards.

"Father, please," Austin said, his voice calm and authoritative. "I think we need to reconsider this course of action."

Mr. Hills turned to face his son, his expression twisted in anger. "And why should I do that?" he spat. "This insolent fool has crossed a line, and he needs to be made an example of."

The older man's eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed on Andrew. "Because, Mr Hills, this young man is not just any ordinary person. He has connections, powerful connections that could make your lives very difficult if you harm him, so ifI were you, I would listen to your son."

The room fell silent, the guards hesitating, unsure of what to do next. Mr. Hills' face twisted in a scowl, his eyes flashing with anger, but the older man's words seemed to have given him pause.

He was facing the guards of Hills directly who were blocking the president's view.

His smile was exclusive and the black suit that he was wearing was designer. One that dispatched that of mourning.

"No one is going to dare make a move. Or I will be adding you to the list of people that would be added to the mourning list. From the information that I have in hand, there are always three people on that list."

The voice of this old man was ever calm as he spoke. But those looks that were laced all over his eyes were enough to make the heart of anyone run cold.

They were more than deadly.