Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 833: Watching Foster Newman Get Beaten

After Mr. Newman finished speaking, Gabriel Ford grew even angrier, wanting to rush forward and scold the other party, but was held back by Catherine Ford.

Gabriel Ford was desperate, "Sis, he’s trying to buy us off, how is that possible? That pervert hurt you so badly, he must go to jail!"

Mr. Ford and Bella Ford remained silent, but their attitudes were the same as Gabriel’s.

Mrs. Newman, upon hearing Gabriel’s words, was furious, "Who’s a pervert..."

"Want me to speak less so you won’t understand, is that it?" Before anyone else could speak, Mr. Newman scolded his wife in a low voice, his gaze carrying a warning.

Mrs. Newman listlessly retreated backward, somewhat afraid of her husband like this.

After Mrs. Newman shut her mouth, Mr. Newman looked at the Fords with a pleasing smile, "Catherine, do give Uncle Newman some face, let’s talk again, going to court isn’t the only solution."

"Uncle Newman, you are a reasonable person, I’ve always respected you, going to court is indeed not the only solution..."

"Sis, don’t agree with him!" Gabriel Ford was anxious.

Catherine Ford gently patted her brother’s shoulder, glanced at her silent father, and at her sister beside her with reddened eyes, "Uncle Newman, if there was any other way I wouldn’t want to take the worst step, after all, my parents, my sister, and brother will still have to live in Newman Village, but with Foster Newman’s character, can you really make decisions for him?"

Upon hearing Catherine’s remark suggesting there was still room for maneuver, Mr. Newman nodded eagerly, "Catherine, don’t worry, uncle will make him apologize to you, name your price for compensation."

"I don’t need compensation, if Uncle Newman truly has sincerity, then have Foster Newman apologize to me and my family in front of the whole village, and ensure that he will never harass me and Alice’s life in the future, and your Newman family will absolutely not retaliate against our Ford family." Catherine Ford looked at Mr. Newman and said each word deliberately.

"How could... could..." Mrs. Newman exploded upon hearing this, but halfway through her outburst, she received a warning look from her husband and cowered back.

Catherine Ford didn’t look at her but said to Mr. Newman, "I suggest you discuss this with Foster Newman first, see if he agrees."

Mr. Newman’s complexion was not good either; his family was also a prominent figure in Newman Village, and now with his son involved in such an affair, they had already suffered enough embarrassment. To make his son apologize in front of the entire village would be to publicly admit that it was his own Foster who was at fault, that the Newman family had wronged the Ford family, and they would lose any chance of defending themselves in the future.

But if he didn’t agree, Mr. Newman glanced at the man with the commanding presence behind the Fords; with years of political experience, he intuitively knew this man was not someone the Newman family could afford to provoke.

If the Fords filed a lawsuit and Foster was sentenced to three or five years in court, just as Catherine said, it wouldn’t only be about the Newman family’s embarrassment. Everything about his son would be ruined, including years spent in prison. A delinquent from the neighboring village had been locked up for a year for injuring someone outside, and after being released, he was like a stunned person, dumb and silent, still dependent on his parents at the age of thirty.

Choosing the lesser of two evils, Mr. Newman steeled his heart and gritted his teeth, "Foster should be awake by now, we’ll go together. You can make any demands directly to him, and if he agrees, without needing your father to do anything, I’ll break his legs myself as an apology to you."

With Mr. Newman having put it this way, the Fords, despite their anger, still had to give face to the village leader.

Catherine Ford turned to look at her older sister, "Sis, you and Gabriel go take care of Mom, Dad and I will go there."

"No, I want to follow my second sister." Gabriel Ford disagreed, fearing that Catherine and the others would be at a disadvantage going there.

Bella Ford saw this and said, "You all go ahead, Mom can watch over here on her own, the doctor said it’s just a fit of anger, no big deal."

"Okay." Catherine Ford nodded, leading her father and brother to follow the Newmans’ parents, but she couldn’t help throwing a glance at Benjamin Jones, seeing that the man was also following along, her heart eased slightly.

She knew that Mr. Newman’s ability to talk nicely with them today was largely due to Benjamin Jones’s contribution.

"Sis, what are you looking at?" Just as Catherine Ford’s gaze fell on Benjamin Jones and she was slightly zoning out, Gabriel Ford suddenly asked.

Catherine Ford was so startled that she almost choked on her own saliva, "Nothing."

Benjamin Jones turned his head and glanced at her, noticing the pink tips of her ears peeking out from her scarf, not knowing if it was because of the cold.

Realizing what he was thinking, Benjamin Jones’s expression changed slightly, and he immediately suppressed the weird thoughts in his heart, following Catherine Ford and the others with steady steps.

Before they reached Foster Newman’s room, everyone heard the sound of things being thrown inside. Embarrassment crossed Mr. Newman’s face, while Mrs. Newman rushed in anxiously, "Foster, what’s wrong with you?"

No sooner had Mrs. Newman said this than a cup flew towards her. She didn’t manage to react in time, and the cup hit her arm, immediately eliciting a cry of pain, then the cup shattered into pieces at her feet.

Catherine Ford stood at the door, watching coldly.

Since Gabriel Ford was young and saw Foster Newman accidentally hit his own mother, he gloated with joy at the side.

When Foster Newman saw he had hit his own mother, he sheepishly called out "Mom," but then hearing Gabriel Ford’s laughter, he suddenly looked over and saw that in addition to his own parents, the Fords had arrived as well. However, what drastically changed his expression was seeing Catherine Ford; his originally gentle and handsome face instantly contorted, "Catherine Ford, you dare to come here, if the Fords don’t give me an explanation today, I won’t let you off!"

Catherine Ford ignored Foster Newman’s words and instead turned her head to look at Mr. Ford.

Mr. Newman looked at his son with a cold face, "Apologize to Catherine."

Foster Newman thought he had heard wrong, looking at his father in disbelief, "Dad..."

"Didn’t you understand what I said? Apologize to Catherine." Mr. Newman repeated sternly.

"Why should I apologize to her? Dad, look at what the Fords have done to me, they don’t apologize and you want me to apologize? What’s she to me!" Foster Newman had been beaten quite hard by Mr. Newman, not only was his calf fractured, his face was also bruised, and now, driven by emotional agitation, he looked even more twisted and ferocious than before.

He had thought that he could use his injury this time to make Catherine Ford obediently come back and apologize to him, allowing him to continue to manipulate her as he pleased, but it seemed things weren’t going as he had expected.

"You pervert!" Gabriel Ford couldn’t stand Foster Newman talking about his sister like that, and lunged forward to continue the scuffle with Foster Newman, luckily Catherine Ford was quick to react and grabbed him.

Gabriel Ford was indignant, "Sis, don’t stop me, let me kill this bastard!"

"Don’t be reckless, listen to your sister, behave." Catherine Ford felt warmth in her heart, but she knew now was not the time to act rashly, and she reached out to ruffle her brother’s hair.

Being coddled like a child by Catherine Ford made Gabriel Ford feel a bit uncomfortable, "Don’t touch my head, blood may flow and the head may be cut, but the hairstyle must not be messed up."

Catherine Ford, "..." If my younger brother is already in his final year of high school, why is he still so juvenile?

"Stand aside." This time, Mr. Ford spoke up, and Gabriel Ford backed down upon hearing it and indeed stood to the side. Mr. Ford took his place beside Catherine Ford and glanced at Foster Newman on the hospital bed with an unfriendly expression. He said to Mr. Newman, "Since Foster Newman refuses to admit his wrongdoing, let’s just meet in court. Although the Fords may not have the same status in the village as the Newmans, we won’t tolerate such bullying of my daughter. If necessary, this old geezer is prepared to risk his life."

"Old Xu, don’t get angry, this kid is being absurd. I’ll talk to him; you can rest assured that I will give you and Catherine a satisfactory resolution." Mr. Newman knew that the Fords were truly upset this time, and if the matter wasn’t properly settled, it would ruin his son’s future. He thus set aside his pride as the village chief and pleaded with Mr. Ford in a friendly manner.

Mr. Ford stood by silently, with Gabriel Ford snorting coldly from behind him.

Foster Newman had never seen his father take such a humble posture and said discontentedly, "Dad, why waste words with them? It’s their family who should be begging us – they’re the ones who injured me..."

"Shut your mouth!" Mr. Newman, upon hearing his son’s words, turned and roared.

Foster Newman, bewildered by the outburst from his usually loving father, wore a puzzled and incredulous expression on his bruised face, "Dad, what’s wrong with you?"

"What’s wrong with me? Look at the mess you’ve made!" Mr. Newman furiously threw the documents Catherine Ford had previously shown him onto his son’s face.

Foster Newman felt a jolt of pain as the documents struck him. He looked down at the papers and went pale. He was about to curse Catherine Ford a bitch when he caught sight of Benjamin Jones approaching; anger flashed in his eyes, "Catherine Ford, how dare you bring him here? Still claiming you haven’t hooked up with this man? If you were innocent, why would Swallow City’s top lawyer take your case? And now he’s even followed you to a dump like Ginning!"

Catherine Ford’s brow twitched, "Foster Newman, you are truly unreasonable."

Both Mr. Newman and Mr. Ford had immediately turned their gaze to Benjamin Jones. They had both felt that this man had an extraordinary presence, clearly not an ordinary individual. After hearing what Foster Newman had just said, they were both inwardly stunned.

Especially Mr. Newman, who had just begun to guess Benjamin Jones’s identity; this was why he had not easily let his son apologize. Now, he was even more certain about his judgment and grew increasingly wary of the Fords. Unlike Foster Newman’s emotional reaction, Mr. Newman had been village chief for decades. Although he wasn’t sure about the extent of Swallow City’s top lawyer’s influence, he knew that to be called Swallow City’s top lawyer would require not just exceptional personal abilities but also a formidable background.

And this man behind Catherine Ford, with his remarkable aura, was clearly no ordinary person.

If such a person were to take action, not only his son but also the Newman family could not bear the consequences, especially since he had heard of this man...

As Mr. Newman observed Benjamin Jones, the latter sensed the gaze and abruptly looked up, sweeping his eyes across the room.

Mr. Newman, who had been standing just fine, felt a chill throughout his body and an uncontrollable tremble in his legs, almost as if he had the urge to grovel on the ground. The next moment, his forehead broke out in a cold sweat, a shiver went down his spine as he forced himself to take a few steps forward, moving out of the man’s line of sight. Then he approached Foster Newman’s hospital bed and slapped his son across the face.

Foster Newman was stunned by the slap. The pain was secondary; what baffled him more was his inability to understand, and he opened his mouth slightly, "Dad..."

"Junjun, you ungrateful wretch, why are you hitting my son again!" Mrs. Newman, whose arm had gone numb from being hit by Foster Newman earlier, had been whining in pain. Seeing her son suddenly slapped by his father, she rushed up in a frenzy, yelling at her husband in concern. After yelling at her husband, she anxiously checked on her son, "Junjun, are you alright? Does it hurt? Let me see..."

"He’s spoiled because of you, you ignorant woman. Get lost, and if you don’t, don’t bother coming back from your mother’s house tomorrow." Mr. Newman chided his wife before turning back to his son, "Apologize to Catherine and your Uncle Ford, and to the lawyer."

Mr. Newman specifically emphasized the word ’lawyer.’

Foster Newman looked at his father, hoping to see a hint of pretense, but there was none. He realized his father truly wanted him to apologize to the Fords and to Benjamin Jones. Overcome with shame and pain, he pleaded, "Dad, I..."

Slap!

Before finishing his superfluous words, Mr. Newman slapped his son again, even harder than the last time.

Foster Newman only felt his head buzzing from the strike, his previous arrogance gone, because the side of the face that Mr. Newman habitually hit was now quickly swelling into that of a pig’s snout.

But Mr. Newman seemed not to see the wound on his son’s face, determined to make Foster apologize.

Foster, his face covered, saw stars in front of his eyes and his body trembled slightly; fear filled his eyes, he curled up, no longer daring to defy his father, and mumbled, "Don’t hit me, please don’t hit me..."

Yet Mr. Newman didn’t listen and delivered two more slaps to Foster, resounding ones that sent chills down the spines of the Fords present.

Catherine Ford had never seen Mr. Newman hit Foster before. In her mind, Mr. Newman was an extremely clever man, though just a village official, he was adept at getting along with everyone; even though she wasn’t favored by Mrs. Newman, Mr. Newman had always been gentle and polite to her. Therefore, although she eventually came to loathe Mrs. Newman and Foster, her impression of Mr. Newman had not been bad.

But the few strikes Mr. Newman had just dealt Foster were too practiced, and Mrs. Newman’s reaction made it clear that it wasn’t the first time Foster had been hit. Moreover, while Mrs. Newman was aggressive, she shrunk in fear once Mr. Newman spoke, even her instinct to protect her son was mixed with terror of her husband.

No wonder no one believed Foster could be violent, but when Newman’s parents saw her injury report, they didn’t seek the truth, but rather made excuses.

They must have been well aware of Foster’s issues themselves, and his violent tendencies weren’t unfounded; they were the twisted retaliation of one who has suffered abuse, turning to inflict violence upon those who are weaker.

She used to struggle to understand why Foster had changed so drastically after that failed romance. Now it seemed not so much a change of character, but a long-suppressed self that had erupted, compounded by the trauma and catalyzed by alcohol, unleashing the inner demon he had been hiding.

Previously, she consulted a psychologist to understand Foster’s situation better. The psychologist had said that those traumatized can find pleasure in inflicting abuse, a pleasure that can be addictive. This was why she was resolute in suing for divorce.

Looking back, she knew her decision had been correct.

Foster, having received several slaps on the hospital bed, cowered without his earlier arrogance. He rolled off the bed, knelt on the ground, and begged his father for mercy.

Mr. Newman kicked his son, "Apologize to the Fords, you disgraceful thing."

This time, Foster did not argue or talk back. He turned and repeatedly apologized to Catherine and Mr. Ford, his face swollen beyond recognition.

Gabriel Ford felt uneasy and tugged at Catherine’s sleeve. Mr. Ford looked to Catherine, obviously waiting for her lead.

Catherine Ford, looking at the man who was utterly intimidated by his own father, felt complicated emotions but showed no hint of softness, "Uncle Newman, I still demand the same conditions: Foster has to apologize to me and the Fords in front of everyone, and he must promise to never bother me or Alice again. You and anyone from the Newman family must not take any retaliatory actions against the Fords."

Mr. Newman glanced at his son on the ground, "Okay."

"A verbal agreement isn’t enough, here’s the paper agreement." Catherine Ford took the documents that Benjamin Jones had prepared at some point, and handed them over to Mr. Newman.

Mr. Newman looked at the documents and instinctively glanced towards the door, meeting those profound eyes, and steadied his trembling hands, "We will sign."