Chapter 150 What a Jerk

Chandler had been at the police academy for over a decade, never skipping his strength training routines.

His punch left Dante dizzy and disoriented.

Shaking off his hand, Chandler casually placed one hand on his hip and turned his back to Dante.

Speaking to Meryl, he said, “I’m not stopping you. In fact, I’ll join you in beating him up. Come here. I’ll hold him down, and you can hit him as much as you want.”

Dante was puzzled. He thought, “What’s going on? Chandler is hitting me to please Meryl?”

Meryl was also stunned. “Really?”

“As long as it calms you down, even breaking his legs is fine,” Chandler said with a fierce glare at Dante.

He thought, “This bastard! His fight with Anne had nearly driven Meryl to divorce me. What a jerk! I couldn’t let my hard-earned marriage and treasured wife leave me because of this jerk!”

Seeing Chandler was serious, Dante quickly sent Lola away.

Lola initially cried and was reluctant, but seeing Meryl actually grabbing something to come down, she followed Dante’s advice and ran.

By the time Meryl reached downstairs, Lola was limping towards the hospital entrance.

But a limping person couldn’t walk as fast as a healthy one.

Meryl caught up in a few strides and dragged Lola back.

Anne came down with Meryl.

Since she had no intention of keeping the child, she decided to vent her anger first.

“Why are you running?” Meryl snapped, letting go, and Lola instantly fell to the ground. “Haven’t I warned you? Being the other woman is a dead-end.”

Lola looked pitifully at Dante. “I’m not the other woman. Dante knows.”

Dante wiped his nose with the back of his hand, his hand instantly covered in blood.

Chandler’s punch had been too hard. The bleeding wouldn’t stop.

He nodded. “Right, she isn’t the other woman.”

“Bullshit!” Anne took out her phone and found a photo. “If she’s not the other woman, what’s this then?”

In the photo, Dante was asleep with his eyes closed, and Lola was lying on his chest.

The angle of the shot was clever, showing only their faces and a setting that looked like a bed, with the rest of the background pitch black, revealing nothing else.

Dante was shocked. “What is this? We have never done that! This photo must be fake!”

“Your little lover sent it to me herself, could it be fake?” Anne scoffed.

She tossed the phone in front of Dante, who immediately picked it up to check.

The photo had been sent two months ago, exactly when he and Anne were having their worst fight.

It indeed was sent from Lola’s number. He looked at her suspiciously.

Lola went pale and quickly explained, “It’s a misunderstanding… My phone got hacked a while ago.”

“So you’re telling us,” Meryl said with a sneer, “your phone got hacked, and it somehow photoshopped intimate pictures of you and Dante and just happened to send them to Anne, right?”

Lola’s face turned even paler. “I…”

Meryl mocked her, “What brand is this phone? It’s almost as intelligent as the human brain. I might buy one too.”

It was clear whose fault it was from this conversation.

Dante knew Lola had set him up, and his expression turned grim.

But considering their past, he couldn’t bring himself to blame her harshly.

Dante glanced at Anne, but she didn’t even look at him.

As Anne moved, Lola immediately covered her head and ran away. “Anne, don’t hit me. Please don’t hit me!”

She looked terrified but unexpectedly crashed into Anne.

Behind Anne was a stone bollard.

Lola’s sudden impact made Anne stagger back several steps, and she tripped over the stone bollard!