Chapter 220

Violet shuddered in fear at the intimidation and anger emanating from Aiden, lowering her head even further.

She had witnessed everything that happened downstairs from the second floor.

Aiden was completely kind and approachable in front of Isabella, so why was he so harsh with her? What did she lack compared to Isabella?

But she couldn't confront Aiden directly.

She hadn't fully succeeded with Michael yet. If she wanted to marry into the Brown Family in the future, she needed Aiden's approval.

After all, in this family, no matter how much power Michael had, he still respected Aiden greatly.

As long as she pleased Aiden, her plan would be easier to achieve.

Thinking of this, her eyes quickly filled with tears. "Mr. Aiden Brown, I know you have issues with me, but I'm willing to bear everything for Michael. If you want to hit or scold someone, come at me, but please don't hurt him anymore."

As Violet spoke, she couldn't help but glance at Michael, her eyes full of love and pain.

She wanted Aiden to see that she and Michael were the true love.

And Isabella was just a woman Michael had never liked.

Back when she was still Bianca, she had already understood Aiden's temperament and thoughts.

Aiden, an old man in his eighties, most wanted Michael to have children.

As long as she got pregnant with Michael's child, for the sake of the child, she didn't believe Aiden wouldn't agree to her being with Michael.

By then, who would care how she achieved all this?

What she didn't expect was that Isabella, that bitch, got pregnant with Michael's child before her. No wonder Aiden treated her so well.

"He's my grandson. It's reasonable for me to hit him. Who are you to interfere..."

Aiden hadn't finished his sentence when he saw Violet's young face and was momentarily stunned.

No wonder Michael would rather take a beating than give up Violet.

Violet looked very much like Bianca, who used to be by Michael's side.

He had heard about the matters between Michael and Bianca back then.

"What's your name, and where are you from?"

Aiden asked directly. He now reasonably suspected that Michael couldn't forget Bianca and had now brought Violet, a substitute, to his side.

Bianca couldn't stay, and Violet, a fake, still wanted to climb up? Her ambition was big enough.

"My name is Violet. Nolan is my teacher. I came back from abroad with him."

"What did you say?"

Aiden squinted his eyes, his intuition telling him that Violet was not simple. "You're Nolan's student?"

Violet nodded, quickly using Nolan's identity as a cover for herself.

"Yes, Mr. Nolan Brown has been very kind to me. The reason I could come here is mostly because of Mr. Nolan Brown. I didn't expect to meet the love of my life, Michael, here. I'm very grateful to him for bringing me here."

Aiden's expression changed, and before he could ask the next question, Michael interrupted his thoughts in time.

"Grandpa, you don't need to question her anymore. If there's anything, just come at me."

From beginning to end, Violet was not important.

What he cared about was always Isabella's opinion, and the person he wanted to explain to was only her.

Now that Isabella had left, it didn't matter whether his relationship with Violet was real or fake. He just wanted to resolve the matter quickly and leave.

Moreover, he was very worried that Aiden's questioning would make Violet hide her true self even more, which would render all his previous efforts useless.

Seeing Michael standing protectively in front of her, Violet was deeply moved, but when her gaze fell back on his back, she exclaimed in shock.

"Oh my God, Michael, your back is bleeding!"

Violet covered her mouth and started crying, "Mr. Aiden Brown, please don't hit him anymore. If you have any grievances, hit me instead. I'm willing to bear it for him."

To Aiden, their actions looked no different from flirting.

His expression darkened as he looked back at Violet's face and suddenly said, "Since you two are so inseparable, come back to the Brown Family with me. We'll discuss the rest later."

Michael was infatuated with Violet, but Aiden was very clear-headed.

He had seen all kinds of people over the years, and he could tell at a glance that Violet had ulterior motives.

It was already late at night, and continuing to argue wouldn't lead to any results.

It was better to take them both back and question them thoroughly the next day, finding out Violet's background and settling the score.

So, a group of people returned to the Brown Villa in the middle of the night.

Hearing the commotion, Stella had been waiting in the hall early on. The first thing she saw was Michael, pale-faced, disheveled, and covered in injuries.

Her heart twisted in pain.

"My Michael, what happened? How did you come back covered in blood? Are you trying to scare me to death?"

Stella cried and shouted as she rushed forward to support Michael's arm. "Tell me, who dared to hurt you? I'll tell your grandpa to back you up and hit them back!"

"Hmph, hit them back? Just wait." Aiden's voice slowly sounded from behind, accompanied by a group of black-clad bodyguards.

Stella didn't understand the meaning behind his words, but seeing Aiden's cold expression and the presence of Violet, who bore some resemblance to Bianca, she was stunned.

As a woman, she instinctively knew that Michael's injuries were definitely related to Violet, but as for who hit him, she already had an idea.

It must have been Isabella or someone from the Wilson Family who did it, which was why Aiden acted this way.

But Michael was her son. Seeing him beaten like this, how could she not feel heartbroken?

She pointed at the row of black-clad bodyguards and angrily asked, "What are you even here for? Michael is beaten like this, and none of you stepped in to hit back. Why does the Brown Family even keep you? You're all useless!"

Felix, who had been scolded, instinctively glanced at Aiden's expression.

Sure enough, it was terrifyingly dark.

Felix swallowed hard. Unable to directly point out Aiden, they could only accept the blame. "Mrs. Brown, we failed to protect Mr. Michael Brown. It's our fault."

Michael went to Violet. How could these bodyguards stop him?

They should be controlling Violet's sexual desire instead!

Anyone with eyes could see that Aiden's aura was about to envelop the entire room, but Stella, as if blind, continued to make a fuss.

"An apology isn't enough! Michael is seriously injured, and you won't get away with it."

"Shut up!" Aiden finally couldn't hold back, striking the ground hard with his cane.

"Stella, I was the one who hit him. If you want to hit back, go ahead."

With these words, the room fell silent.