Goodbye, Ex-husband! I’m Pregnant with Your Uncle’s Child!
Chapter 301: If You Don’t Obey, I’ll Hit You!

Chapter 301: Chapter 301: If You Don’t Obey, I’ll Hit You!

"I don’t know who sent those people."

George Fields clutched the freshly beaten area, wailing in pain but with a hint of wariness in his expression.

He certainly wouldn’t be foolish enough to tell the Dale Group about Finn Hamilton.

For him, speaking out would be tantamount to betraying himself.

Tyler Hughes stood by, smiling, "Mr. Fields, it doesn’t matter if you don’t know who sent people to beat you, you’re the one getting beaten, not me. I’m here today mainly to discuss the fire compensation issue."

Upon hearing the word "compensation," George Fields’ wailing abruptly stopped.

A glint of greed flashed in his eyes as he quickly swallowed saliva, "How much does your company plan to compensate me?"

Tyler Hughes smiled slightly, knowing that this topic piqued George Fields’ interest.

"The specific amount of compensation is still being assessed, but we can guarantee a satisfactory figure."

He intentionally paused, then continued, "Of course, if you want the compensation, you need to cooperate with us."

George Fields furrowed his brows, "What cooperation? Your products caused a fire in our house, and my father even died in it, it’s only right for you to compensate."

Tyler Hughes smiled harmlessly, "Of course, our company will ensure you receive the appropriate compensation, we simply ask that you refrain from making rash statements to the media."

George Fields smiled relievedly, this was simple, "No problem, I guarantee I won’t talk recklessly."

Tyler Hughes nodded in satisfaction, "The day after tomorrow, our company will contact you to discuss the compensation. As for the people in the corner who beat you, they were targeting you, and it is unrelated to us, you handle it."

Tyler Hughes believed the negotiation had been very pleasant.

After finishing his speech, he signaled for the release of those who had just beaten George Fields and then briskly left the room.

George Fields was dumbfounded in an instant, his pupils shocked, "Wait, you can’t just leave like this."

He hurriedly tried to leave the room too, but unfortunately, he was grabbed back by those men.

Bound tightly, with duct tape over his mouth.

The men sneered at him, indifferent to his struggles.

One of the men took out a phone and made a call, "Boss, the Dale Group just discovered us beating George Fields, but they didn’t intervene or know who we are."

The caller glanced at George Fields, then placed the cell phone next to George Fields’s ear.

George Fields heard Finn Hamilton’s voice.

Finn Hamilton snorted coldly, "George Fields, you dare threaten me, this is your fate."

Tyler Hughes mimicked Finn Hamilton’s voice menacingly as he spoke.

He really is a jack of all trades, the boss will surely praise him.

He hung up the phone.

George Fields cursed Finn Hamilton in his heart for his betrayal!

Suddenly encased in a sack, though he could still hear the conversations of people outside.

"Let’s go, damn, I thought we wouldn’t be able to complete the task just now, take him to the beach, by the boss’s command, throw him into the sea to feed the fish."

George Fields hadn’t expected Finn Hamilton to be so ruthless, actually wanting to throw him into the sea!

Finn Hamilton wanted his life!

At this moment, George Fields regretted not telling the Dale Group about Finn Hamilton!

But now, trapped in a sack, regret was useless; he simply couldn’t escape.

Tyler Hughes sat in the car, admiring the scene of George Fields being sacked and thrown onto the car.

He coughed lightly and made a serious call to Julia Land.

He needed to report the progress to the boss.

He would pretend to rescue when George Fields was almost drowning.

When the call connected, Julia Land’s cool voice came through, "Hello, Assistant Hughes, any progress?"

Tyler Hughes briefly reported the current situation.

Julia Land nodded, her tone softening slightly, "Assistant Hughes, your method is very good."

Although Tyler Hughes had failed to win over the boss romantically, hearing her praise still made him slightly embarrassed.

After discussing matters, they hung up the phone, and Tyler Hughes told the driver, "Follow the car ahead, we’re going to the beach."

**

Julia Land placed her phone on the washstand.

She held a pair of scissors in her hand, gesturing over James Thompson’s head on how to proceed.

At this moment, James Thompson was filled with regret; he wished he had gone to the barber earlier today.

"Mr. Thompson, don’t worry, cutting men’s hair is actually quite easy," Julia Land was always confident in her self-taught hair-cutting skills, "I used to cut Little Violet’s hair often back when we couldn’t afford to go to a salon."

James Thompson tried to remain calm, smiling reluctantly, "Then please, go ahead."

Julia Land hummed an acknowledgment, focused a bit more, and then started cutting the hair.

James Thompson could only silently pray, hoping for a barely acceptable result.

His requirements weren’t high, really.

About half an hour later.

Julia Land was seriously trimming James Thompson’s hair, but no matter how she tried, she was never satisfied with it.

Looking at her work, she chuckled dryly, "Let’s go see Teacher Tony tomorrow."

The corners of James Thompson’s mouth twitched as he stood up to look at himself in the mirror.

The haircut was uneven.

He gave Julia a teasing look through the mirror, "Isn’t it easy to cut a boy’s hair?"

Julia chuckled twice, trying to mask her embarrassment, "I haven’t done it in a long time, my hands are rusty, sorry."

James Thompson sighed internally, never mind, it’s just hair, it’s not important.

He reached out and gently touched her head, softly saying, "Little Julia, you had a hard time tonight, go take a shower, I’ll clean the bathroom."

Julia touched her nose and sneaked a glance at his hair, feeling even more embarrassed.

"Yeah, okay, I’ll go take a bath."

After speaking, she quickly slipped away, afraid that James Thompson would see how self-conscious she was.

James Thompson watched her leaving figure, helplessly smiling.

He took off his raincoat and started cleaning the bathroom.

Julia went to the next room to take a shower, the warm water helped her relax quite a bit.

When she returned to the master bedroom after her shower, she found James Thompson had finished showering, leaning against the headboard waiting for her.

She obediently climbed into bed and lay down.

James Thompson also lay down, reached out to hold her in his arms, and with a kiss on her forehead, he whispered, "Go to sleep."

Julia felt the warmth on her forehead, closed her eyes, and softly replied, "Okay."

Julia often had restless nights, frequently waking in alarm.

Every time she woke up startled, James Thompson would hold her tight.

It was only close to dawn that Julia finally slept more peacefully in James Thompson’s arms.

**

As dawn began to break.

In the small mountain village.

Dale Land, sleeping on the floor in the kitchen, was woken up by her own stomach growling with hunger.

She rubbed her eyes, touched her stomach, and climbed up from the floor.

She staggered to her feet and walked towards a big water vat in the corner of the kitchen.

The water vat in the kitchen was taller than her by several heads.

She carefully moved a chair next to the vat.

With both hands on the chair, she kicked her feet and slowly climbed onto it.

Half of her body hanging over the edge of the vat, she strained to scoop some water.

Dale Land finally managed to scoop a small ladleful, gulping down several mouthfuls hastily.

She drank until her belly was all puffed up with water.

Ever since the Munday couple had money in their hands, they slept more peacefully and didn’t need to get up early to do chores.

Their only treasured son, ten-year-old Jackson Munday, would likely wake up around eight.

"Mom, I’m hungry!" Jackson Munday knocked on the door, his voice loud.

Jack Munday was woken by his son’s knocking and frowned, without even opening his eyes, he cursed loudly, "Go cook something in the kitchen yourself, or I’ll come out and beat you to death!"

Listening to his father’s angry shout, Jackson Munday quickly shut his mouth, not daring to make another sound.

His father’s temper was violent; he really might beat him.

In the kitchen, Dale Land, upon hearing Jack Munday’s scolding, hurriedly squeezed into the corner in fear.

Her small body trembling involuntarily.

Soon, she heard footsteps approaching the kitchen.

Dale Land widened her eyes towards the kitchen door as Jackson Munday’s figure appeared.

Jackson Munday entered the kitchen, swept a glance, and spotted Dale Land cowering in the corner.

A look of impatience crossed his face, he waved his fist and barked ferociously, "Freak! Go cook something!"

Dale Land bit her lip and didn’t move.

Her small body wished it could shrink into the wall.

She didn’t know how to cook.

Seeing Dale Land not obeying, Jackson Munday walked over and kicked her, "Go cook something, or I’ll beat you if you don’t listen!"

Dale Land still didn’t make a sound, tears streaming down her face.

Seeing her unmoving, Jackson Munday cursed and went to make a fire to cook porridge himself.