The Windfalls of Love (Roxanne and Harrison)

Chapter 73

Chloe didn't even know where she was drawing this sudden surge of strength from.

After pushing her daughter onto the couch, she grabbed whatever was within her reach and smacked it

hard against Oliver's head.

He had the audacity to lay his hands on her! That shameless man, a good-for-nothing, was even worse

than an animal.

She was going to fight back and teach that beast a lesson.

Only after a few solid hits did Chloe realize she was wielding a ceramic vase.

The vase was then shattered, and her hand was bleeding.

As for Oliver, his head was seriously injured after the aggressive onslaught from Chloe.

Holding his bloody head, he looked at Chloe in shock, pain, and fury. He wanted to hit her back, but the

pain was too intense for him to move.

Charlotte, the overly protective mother, rushed to help Oliver.

Seeing her son's face covered in blood, Charlotte cursed in anguish.

"Chloe! You cold-blooded woman, how could you be so heartless and beat up Oliver like this?

He's going to die; he's going to die.

You wicked woman, if anything happens to Oliver, I will never let you off the hook."

Oliver was a coward. Seeing the blood, he was scared out of his wits, "Mom, take me to the hospital;

we'll deal with this wicked woman later."

Chloe glared at Oliver in fury, "You dare call me a wicked woman one more time; see if I don't beat you

up even worse."

Oliver looked at her raging face. Never had he imagined that a woman could be so fierce when

provoked.

He quickly dragged Charlotte's hand and started to move towards the door, "Mom, let's go, let's go."

If they didn't leave then, that madwoman might have actually killed him.

She was still holding the shattered vase.

Oliver was terrified. He kept backing off as he spoke.

Charlotte finally came to her senses and quickly helped her son out of the room.

However, before leaving, Charlotte did not stop hurling insults at Chloe.

Then they left the room, disappearing from sight.

"Oliver, where are we going?"

"To the hospital, I'm injured; hurry up. I don't want to die. Hurry."

"That wicked woman, Chloe..."

Their voices gradually faded away until they were inaudible.

Looking at the splattered row of fresh, glaring blood on the floor, Chloe was stunned for a long time.

Did she really just make Oliver, who was abusing her, run away in fear?

Did she really have such strength?

That was the first time Oliver had abused her, but she didn't let him get the upper hand.

Because the one seriously injured was Oliver, she didn't lose.

What kind of marriage was that?

Initially full of hope, she was ready to grow old together with Oliver, ready to respect and care for their

parents-in-law together, hoping for a better life.

But then, what had her life turned into?

That was worse than a complete mess.

She had tried so hard to maintain the marriage. Why was it still so terrible?

The cries of Aria and Austin brought Chloe back to reality.

She couldn't cry at that moment.

She couldn't let her children see her weak and helpless side.

Afraid of staining Aria's clothes, she discarded the shattered pottery in her hand.

Chloe quickly wiped the blood off herself and then held the crying Aria tightly.

Chloe’s heart broke seeing Aria cry so hard that her whole body was shaking.

Even when Oliver was abusing her, she never felt such heartache.

But seeing her child so scared and crying in such pain, her heart felt like it was being torn apart.

To her, her child was her greatest weakness.

She didn't want her children to see her arguing with Oliver; she didn't want to impact their physical and

mental health anymore.

She always wanted to provide a healthy and happy environment for her children.

But their argument was unfortunately witnessed by Aria.

That would definitely leave a big shadow in the child's heart.

"Aria, don't cry. Good girl! Mommy scared you. Mommy promises, you will never be scared again."

She decided to divorce Oliver.

That marriage had to end.

Zero tolerance for abusive men was a must.

If she continued to stay with Oliver, she was just asking for trouble.

Moreover, such an environment full of domestic violence, selfishness, and distorted values would

definitely have a negative impact on the child's physical and mental health.

Since she was already raising her children alone like a widow, why was she still expecting Oliver to

provide fatherly love?

To ensure the healthy growth of her children, she had to stay away from Oliver.

Chloe held Aria tightly and said, "Mommy won't let you see such things again."

"Mommy, does it hurt?" Aria looked at the scar on her mother's forehead with concern, gently blowing

on it, "Mommy, it must hurt a lot."

"Not at all!"

A single word of care from her daughter dispelled all of Chloe's pain.

The marriage wasn't all bad over the years; at least she had such a sweet and understanding child,

right?

Amelia came up with Austin in her arms and said, "Chloe, let's go to Roxanne's place today. I'm afraid

Oliver will hurt you when he comes back."

"Of course, we're going." Chloe thought for a moment, "But before we leave, I have to do two things."

Amelia asked, "What are they?"

Chloe got up and walked to the computer, "I'm going to copy the surveillance footage of Oliver's abuse,

report it to the police, and file for divorce."

Amelia admired her.

Despite being beaten so badly, her mind was still crystal clear. She was not a weak woman.

After the copying was done, Chloe had the locks on the house changed.

Amelia asked, "Chloe, why are you changing the locks?"

As Chloe packed, she explained, "When we bought the house, Oliver deceived me and put the house

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Amelia said, "But if you change the locks, they can just change them back."

Chloe said, "Don't worry, I have other plans."

Late at night, Chloe and Amelia took the two kids to Roxanne's place.

As soon as Roxanne received the call, she got up immediately.

Hearing the commotion, Harrison, who was sleeping on the couch, also got up.

"Roxanne, are you planning on going out in the middle of the night with your shoes on?"

Roxanne was in a panic, "Chloe was hit by Oliver; she, Amelia, and the kids are downstairs."

"I'll go with you." Harrison, still in his pajamas, immediately followed her.

When they arrived at the apartment building, Roxanne only saw Amelia holding Austin, with Aria trailing

behind.

She quickly asked, "Amelia, where's Chloe? Why didn't she come with you?"

Amelia replied, "Chloe went to the police station to report Oliver's domestic violence; she said she

wanted to leave evidence."

Roxanne was worried, "Which police station?"

Amelia glanced back, "The one around the corner."

"Harrison." Roxanne lightly tapped Harrison's arm, "You take Amelia and the kids upstairs; I'll go get

Chloe."

It was concerning to have a woman out alone in the middle of the night.

Harrison immediately said, "I'll go with you."

"No need."

Roxanne looked at Austin, who was fast asleep in Amelia's arms, and Aria, whose eyes were red and

swollen from crying.

"You and Amelia go upstairs; let the kids get some sleep."

Aria immediately clung to her hand, "Roxanne, can I go with you to get mom?"

"It's late; go up and sleep with Amelia. Be a good girl!" Roxanne's heart ached. For such a small child,

witnessing their parents fight must be terrifying.

Aria insisted, "But I'm afraid dad will hit mom again."

Roxanne comforted her, "He won't; I'll go protect your mom. If anyone dares to hit her, I'll make them

regret it."

Aria looked upset, "Roxanne, I don't want Dad to get hurt; can you not hit him?"

Despite Oliver being a bad man, he was still Aria's father.

Poor kid.

"Alright, I promise you. I'll only protect your mom; I won't hit your dad."

In the end, Roxanne went to the police station to find Chloe.

Harrison and Amelia took the two kids upstairs.

Harrison looked at Aria's cautious expression, her eyes swollen from crying, looking like a little frog.

Such a cute little girl; how could she have had such a father?

If she were his daughter, he would give her a healthy, happy, and loving home, spoiling her like a little

princess.

He would indulge her in every way, even if she was being unreasonable.

He would spoil her and pamper her, making her a worry-free, rich kid.