Chapter 842: Then We’ll Simply Crush Them Underfoot!

Seeing how pale Betzi looked, Aviva smiled and said, “Miss Betzi, please wait a moment. Your dinner is already prepared.”

“Thank you, Aviva.” Betzi nodded weakly.

“Miss Betzi, there’s no need to thank me. This is all part of my job.” Aviva quickly waved her hands. She went to the kitchen to finish preparing the meal.

“Miss Betzi, are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?” Hart asked about Betzi’s condition with concern.

Betzi shook her head. “I’m fine, Mr. Hart.”

“That’s good.” Hart nodded.

After saying this, he picked up the check that had been placed on the coffee table and handed it to her.

“Miss Betzi, this is the payment I promised you earlier. All you need to do is tear up the IOU, and the money is yours.”

Looking at the check in front of her, Betzi’s hands trembled with excitement.

This amount of money could not give her and her family a life like the one Hart’s family enjoyed. But it would be enough for her entire family to live without worrying about food or daily necessities for a very long time. She was a woman who found satisfaction easily.

Betzi took the IOU from the inner pocket of her clothing.

Holding it with both hands, she passed it to Hart.

“Thank you very much.”

Hart took the IOU and tore it into pieces immediately.

“Miss Betzi, you shouldn’t be thanking me,” he said. “I should be thanking you instead. By the way, I’ve already instructed Aviva to prepare more foods that replenish blood and energy over the next few days. You should stay here and recuperate until you’ve fully recovered before leaving. And about the job I mentioned earlier—you can report for it anytime. I’ve already arranged everything.”

Overcome with gratitude, Betzi stood up and bowed deeply to Hart.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Hart. I truly don’t know how to repay your kindness.”

Hart smiled. “You don’t need to thank me. This is the least I can do. After all, you saved my only daughter.”

At that moment, Aviva came to call Betzi to dinner.

Everyone else had already eaten, and the dining room was empty except for Betzi.

With a hint of excitement, Aviva introduced the nourishing meal she had carefully prepared under Big Mouth’s guidance.

Stir-fried pork liver with peppers, bok choy with wood ear mushrooms, homestyle nutritious tofu, and scrambled eggs with Chinese chives. The staple was red date cake. The soup was chicken stewed with angelica and ginseng in Huadiao wine. For dessert, there were steamed raisins with goji berries.

The entire table was filled with dishes meant to replenish blood and vitality.

Betzi looked at the spread with surprise.

Aviva urged her gently, “Please eat while it’s hot, Miss Betzi. From now on, I’ll prepare nourishing meals just for you every day.”

Betzi felt deeply moved and thanked her sincerely.

“Thank you, Aviva.”

“Miss Betzi, there’s no need to thank me. It’s my responsibility. Please take your time eating. I’ll go attend to my work.”

Betzi nodded. She always felt uncomfortable eating while someone was watching her. Carefully, she tasted each dish. The flavors were all quite good.

After finishing her meal, Betzi soon felt sleepy and returned to the guest room where she had been resting earlier.

The loss of blood had left her feeling drained and lacking energy.

In the living room, Hart saw that everyone in the villa had gone to rest. He picked up his coat and went to check on his daughter again. Seeing that she was already asleep, he relaxed slightly.

Dorothea, who was lying on the companion bed nearby, noticed him and was about to stand up, but Hart waved his hand, signaling her not to.

Looking at his daughter and remembering the suffering she had endured, Hart felt his anger surge.

He turned around, and the expression on his face changed instantly.

The warm, approachable middle-aged man was gone.

In his place stood a cold, expressionless business magnate.

Anyone who dared to set their sights on his daughter would have to be prepared to bear his wrath.

Hart first went to his office, where he summoned Hugh.

Wasn’t Yura proud of her family? Then he would start by crushing that very family under his feet.

A cruel smile appeared on Hart’s face.

He had learned this from Yura herself—when striking a snake, strike its vital point. If you attack, you go straight for what matters most.

Hugh, standing across the desk, saw the smile on his boss’s face and silently pitied their enemy. Of all people to provoke, they had chosen to target the young lady. They clearly had a death wish.

Hart lowered his head and pondered for a moment before speaking.

“Cut off all financial support to Yura’s laboratory. End every business partnership with Yura’s family. Do it regardless of the cost.”

Hugh nodded. “Yes, boss.”

He knew that his employer’s retaliation had begun.

This would never end with something as simple as physical punishment. Hart intended to make Yura suffer from the depths of her heart as well as in her body.

Thinking about how close he had come to losing Nicole made Hart want to kill Yura outright.

But he had no intention of doing that. He wanted Yura to experience despair as well.

Everything that had happened was the result of her own greed.

Hart wanted her to live. To spend the rest of her life trapped in pain, guilt, and despair.

Hart smiled. Then he walked to the small dark room where Yura was being held.

Yura would never have imagined that Nicole’s surgery had already been completed successfully.

***

At that moment, Yura’s arms had already been reattached, and Osman and the others had not tortured her.

They had simply ignored her completely.

She was still holding on stubbornly, convinced that Hart would eventually come to find her.

Nicole still needed her to perform the surgery.

Hart cared too much about that little girl.

He would never allow anything to happen to her. Perhaps he was only angry about Yura acting on her own initiative.

That had to be it.

Yura kept repeating this to herself, almost like self-hypnosis.

She sat upright with forced composure on the only chair in the room, waiting for Hart to come and invite her back.