Reborn To Remarry My Ex Husband

Chapter 446 The Undisputed Head of the Shield Family

Arnold's strikes landed on the most excruciatingly sensitive spots, places where the pain was amplified tenfold, leaving his targets on the verge of tears.

Only such a punishment could truly demonstrate the depth of his love and protection for Melody. He was still the same Arnold, the one who had always shielded and cherished her.

He had never changed.

"Ungrateful wretch, silence yourself!" Arnold roared, his voice booming with authority.

"Right is right, and wrong is wrong! I've just discovered Suzanna's been tormenting Mel behind my back. "Have I not made myself clear? No one in the Shield family bullies Melody! She is family, your own flesh and blood! Or do you all think that just because I'm aging and frail ..." He broke off into a fit of coughing, his body wracked with tremors.

"Do you believe," he gasped, regaining his composure, "that you can treat us, an old man and a young girl, with such disdain?"

Arnold was so furious that he pounded his chest, his breathing uneven, his body trembling as if it might collapse under the weight of his rage.

Sean, still reeling from the blow to his legs, finally came to his senses.

Hurriedly, he stepped forward to support Arnold's back, ignoring his own pain as he tried to help his father steady his breathing.

The Shield family's standing in the capital-its prestige and power-had always been built on Arnold's accomplishments in the medical field.

His success had earned the favor and gratitude of countless influential figures, solidifying the family's position.

Arnold may have spent the last few years confined to a sterile rehabilitation center, rarely visiting the family estate.

However, in the eyes of the world, he remained the undisputed head of the Shield family.

Sean's own reputation couldn't come close to competing with that of his father.

Now, with Arnold making a rare appearance, his stance was unmistakable he was firmly on Melody's side.

To the point where he was willing to chastise and punish both his own son and his granddaughter.

It was evident to everyone present-Arnold treasured Melody deeply.

It was only his poor health that prevented him from being there to protect her within the Shield family at all times.

"Dad, how could you say such a thing?" Sean spoke, his tone softening.

"Suzanna has indeed been spoiled under my care, and however you see fit to handle her, I have no objections.'

Sean's words came with a sense of resignation.

He obviously didn't want Suzanna to suffer, but in the Shield family, Arnold's word was law.

As a member of the younger generation, Sean had no choice but to respect his father's decisions. "Suzanna, aren't you going to kneel and apologize to your sister?"

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Suzanna could manage the apology; the words could slip easily enough from her lips.

But to kneel?

To kneel before Melody?

They were siblings of the same blood-weren't they equals?

When had siblings of the same generation ever needed to kneel to one another?

Yet Suzanna didn't dare defy the order.

She remained on the floor, her right hand so mangled and numb from pain that she could barely feel it anymore.

Cold sweat poured from her trembling body, her entire frame wracked with agony.

The skin on the back of her right hand had been flayed, the exposed, raw flesh glistening red under the lights for everyone to see. Her back throbbed in fiery pain from Arnold's earlier strike. en

Curled into herself, her body hunched and trembling, Suzanna couldn't even rise to her feet. Her damp hair clung messily to her

forehead, her brows furrowed so net

tightly they almost merged, and her eyes bulged as though they were about to pop from their sockets.

But Suzanna forced herself, despite the pain, to push her trembling frame upright.

Standing unsteadily before Melody, she raised her gaze with great effort, and then, as though all her strength gave out, dropped to her knees in front of her sister.

Tears mixed with cold sweat rolled down Suzanna's pale, fragile face, falling like broken pearls. Her lips quivered, her voice stripped of any dignity as she pleaded, "Mel ... I know I was wrong. "Can you forgive me?"

Everyone present could see through her act.

Suzanna's willingness to kneel and apologize had nothing to do with genuine remorse. It was nothing more than an act of desperation, a bid for survival now that she had run out of options.

After all, the live feed from the venue's cameras and the surveillance systems had all been hacked and disabled.

And surrounding the hall now were shadowy figures dressed in black, their purpose an unspoken threat.