My Secret Billionaire Husband
Chapter 884 - 882: Do You Think He’s Not Miserable Enough Yet!?

Chapter 884: Chapter 882: Do You Think He’s Not Miserable Enough Yet!?

"Are you blind?! It wasn’t me who hurt him, it was Joanna!" An intense hatred swelled in Lisha Alcock’s eyes, as she resentfully glared at Joanna, snarling in a distorted rage, "If he hadn’t stepped in front of that bitch, her face would be ruined by now. He interfered, so he deserved it!"

"Take her away, take her away now!" Mike trembled with rage at her words, "I don’t want to see this crazy woman again, just take her away immediately."

Several security guards forcefully dragged away Lisha, who was still struggling and swearing profusely.

"Hold on Little Tutu, we’re going to the hospital right away." Mike looked at the back of Maddox Allenson’s hand, corroded and blurred with flesh and blood from the sulphuric acid. Tears uncontrollably fell from his eyes, his face etched with intense worry, "How could something like this happen. I was away only for a moment, and you ended up like this."

"You silly fool, if that sulphuric acid had splashed on your face, do you realize your life would have been over?"

"Why don’t you consider the consequences when you do things? If anything had happened to you, what would have become of me? Maddox, I’ve invested so much time, energy, and money to get you to where you are today. Don’t you think you should at least consider me a little?"

"Don’t I matter at all to you?"

Mike wept unreservedly, a stark contrast to his usual image of being sharp, competent, and unshakeable even in the face of difficulties.

Clearly, he was genuinely frightened.

And genuinely heartbroken.

So much so that he didn’t even care about maintaining appearances anymore.

Joanna knew that Maddox had suffered because of her, and she felt indescribable guilt and remorse.

Gazing at Maddox’s injured hand, redness filled her eyes too.

She wanted to approach and ask about his condition.

Ask him how he was really doing.

Ask him... if he was in a lot of pain.

But just as she took a step towards Maddox, Mike suddenly turned around, his eyes reddened with anger, snapped at her, "Don’t come over here! It’s all because of you that Little Tutu is injured, that he is in this awful state, what are you here for?"

"Are you not satisfied with the damage you’ve done to him yet!"

"If it weren’t for you, Little Tutu would never have been hurt."

Joanna’s steps abruptly halted.

She looked into Mike’s angry and reddened eyes, fell silent for a moment, then spoke up in a strained voice, "I’m sorry."

"Sorry!" Mike retorted angrily, "Do you think saying sorry helps? Look at what you’ve done to Little Tutu. Do you know how severe his hand injury is, and the impact it has on him?"

"All the endorsements he’s signed require him to show his hands. If his hand... can your ’sorry’ even be any use!!"

"Joanna, you’ve really messed up Little Tutu this time!"

"Enough, Mike." Maddox Allenson’s burn obviously was very painful. His face had paled significantly, and he was drenched in cold sweat. He gritted his teeth against the pain, coughed out in a hoarse voice, "Don’t blame Ms. Joanna, this has nothing to do with her. I chose to do this, she didn’t do anything wrong."

Mike’s face turned beet red with indignation, "Even at this moment, you still defend her. How can it have nothing to do with her? You took the hit for her, that sulphuric acid was meant for her."

"Would you have been hurt if you hadn’t shielded her?"

If there was any consolation amidst this misfortune, it was that Maddox’s face had not been harmed.