My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna) novel Chapter 1653

"What did you say?" Aaron was so angry that he stood up and was about to rush over. I quickly reached out and stopped him. "Aaron!"

"I'm sorry, Dr. Lawson." I was just worried that Silvia would suffer injuries from Aaron, hence I asked her to leave quickly. "He didn't mean it. Please go back first, and I apologize to Ian."

Silvia gritted her teeth and showed a rare look of disgust on her usually gentle face. She glared at Aaron and then walked away.

Aaron was used to being free and easy, but he was knocked down by Silvia. After sitting down, he blurted angrily, "She's quite bad-tempered, and she looks average too."

Emma and I looked at each other helplessly and didn't say anything. Aaron was so angry that he loosened the button of his suit and asked, "Why didn't you tell me about Anne's custody?"

Tell him? Judging by his personality, he would have bribed other people to do something to Ian in private.

"I can handle it myself. You don't have to worry about it." I answered perfunctorily, trying to lead things away from this topic.

"That won't do." Aaron turned his head to look at Anne, who was playing with the nanny. A doting smile appeared on his handsome face. "Anne is like my biological daughter. How can anyone snatch her away from me? Dream on."

I had no choice but to reach out and push him. "Don't mess around. Ian is a good friend of Monique and I. If you mess with him, Monique won't rest in peace."

When I mentioned Monique's name, Aaron raised his eyebrows and lowered his head without saying anything.

The entrance was ajar and Emma helped me in. There seemed to be no one inside, and it was very quiet. We walked along the corridor and found Ian's office. We pushed the door open and went in. A strong smell of alcohol came to our faces, choking us.

After calming down, I saw a pile of empty beer cans on the table, which were also on the floor. The cans and the documents were mixed together, with Ian drunk and his hair in a mess. He collapsed on the sofa, sleeping soundly. He looked pitiful.

Emma had been spoiled and cared for since she was a child, therefore she had never seen anything outrageous like this. I had no idea where she'd stepped, but she accidentally knocked down a glass bottle. That was when she'd woken Ian up. When he opened his eyes, they were obviously bloodshot.

Ian sat up and rested his hands on his knees. He rubbed his eyes and asked, "What are you doing here? Did you want to see how badly I've been wrecked by you? Are you satisfied with what you've seen?"

Being aggressive was really not suitable for a modest gentleman like him. Even if he said these bitter words, it was not intimidating.