Chapter 72 Lessons
Rhodes was strong and healthy, easily overpowering the man and causing him to scream in pain.
Thorne couldn't break free and got angry. "Who the hell do you think you are, minding other people's business?"
Before Thorne could finish speaking, he heard a loud crack, and his wrist was broken.
"Ahhhhh!!!" Thorne screamed, finally collapsing to the ground several seconds after feeling the pain.
After finishing, Rhodes's assistant handed him a tissue. He calmly wiped his hands and kept his gaze on Harper's face the entire time, not even looking at Thorne.
However, Thorne couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the man's presence.
He hadn't seen Harper's lover before, but the individual before him exuded an air of dignity, arriving in an expensive car. Convinced that this person must be her lover, he groaned in pain as he clutched his hand.
"So, you're Harper's lover?" he queried. "I'm her uncle. If you wish to ensure her safety today, you'll need to provide me with a million dollars for medical expenses." It was evident that he intended to extort money.
Harper was still a bit dazed. For a moment, she thought she had seen Francis and almost started crying. But on closer inspection, it was just a slight resemblance.
This man also had a pair of affectionate phoenix eyes, which didn't match his cold temperament.
But maybe because this man was a bit older, his eyes seemed more penetrating.
Thorne continued to mutter to himself, "You dare to strike your uncle?"
Harper, taken aback by Thorne's persistence, couldn't help but scold him, "Shut up! I don't know this man!"
Thorne remained unconvinced. He had finally located him; there was no way he would let him slip away now.
"She offered to sleep with you, didn't she? And you agreed, right?" Thorne persisted. "I'm asking for less than a million dollars."
Rhodes, unfazed by Thorne's words, tilted his head and regarded him dismissively with sharp eyes.
Thorne couldn't help but tremble. He felt in his heart that this man was not someone he should mess with.
Despite his fear, the allure of money emboldened Thorne once more, though his voice remained timid.
"You're not losing out either," he insisted, his tone subdued. "Many men have desired her in the past. With her beauty and figure, she's top-notch. Don't be stingy with this small sum. Otherwise, I could sell her off and still turn a profit."
Thorne's words were lewd and reprehensible, a far cry from the conduct one would expect from an uncle.
Harper was so angry that she wanted to kick him.
But someone beat her to it. Rhodes elegantly took off the leather gloves on his hands.
Then, he slapped Thorne hard across the face.
"Smack!" The sound was ear-shattering.
Thorne spit out blood, his nose and mouth bleeding as well. He screamed in pain.
Rhodes threw the dirty gloves on the ground and crushed them with his foot.
He no longer had a gentle expression, his eyes were as cold as snow. "If you can't speak, then go learn."
Thorne wailed with a twisted mouth, "Harper, I'm your uncle. Can't you see how he's bullying me?"
Harper said coldly, "I don't have an uncle like you."
At this moment, the sound of police sirens could be heard.
Thorne's face changed drastically. He hadn't expected this scoundrel to call the police. He stood up and tried to run.
But he was eventually caught and taken away in a car.
Harper followed and made a statement. Unexpectedly, Rhodes also gave a personal account.
The police assured Harper that Thorne would be detained for more than fifteen days.
Harper just wanted to teach him a lesson, so that he wouldn't dare to bully Delaney again.
However, she felt that something was amiss.
She brought Delaney to Northfield without telling anyone how Thorne managed to find the hospital and even the hospital room so accurately.
She had a feeling that something wasn't right, but she couldn't ask Thorne anything.
Just as she was thinking about it, a young police officer walked up to her and asked, "Are you Harper?"
Harper looked up and he said, "Do you remember me? I used to work at the police station. My name is Donovan Cane."
As soon as he mentioned it, she remembered. She had gone to the police station many times in search of the hit-and-run driver responsible for her father's accident.
Even after moving to Northfield, she still visited every year, but there had been no progress.
Donovan had joined the force only two years ago, and he remembered the girl because of the terrible accident.
He said, "A few days ago, I heard from my former colleagues that they had caught a fugitive who disclosed a crime scene just a few hundred meters away from the hit-and-run scene. He mentioned seeing a suspicious car, but they are still investigating."
Harper didn't expect this piece of information. Even though she rarely mentioned this incident, she had never forgotten it.
Immediately, she exchanged contact information with Donovan and asked him to inform her if there were any further developments.
After completing everything, Harper had to return to the hospital. Rhodes' car happened to be parked in front of her.
She was grateful and stood by the roadside to thank him.
"You're welcome," he said in a gentle voice, without any trace of the ruthlessness he had displayed earlier, as though he were a different person.
"Where are you going? Let me give you a ride."
"It's fine, I'll call a cab myself. You don't have to bother."
Rhodes glanced at her.
"It's no trouble. Get in the car."
His tone was calm, but it carried an undeniable authority that couldn't be refused.
Grateful for his help, Harper got in the car.
In the car, Rhodes handed her a handkerchief and pointed to her right cheek.
Harper looked at herself in the car window and noticed some bloodshot eyes. The handkerchief had a faint scent and was made of high-quality material.
She felt embarrassed to use it and said, "Sir, just give me a tissue."
"This will do. Just throw it away when you're done," Rhodes replied.
Harper still returned it, saying it wasn't quite appropriate.
Rhodes looked at her intently, took back the handkerchief, and handed her a tissue instead.
Rhodes seemed a bit tired and closed his eyes lightly without saying anything.
After reaching their destination, Harper got out of the car and thanked him.
Suddenly, the man lifted his eyelids and said, "You look just like a friend of mine."
This line was so clichéd that Harper thought he would ask for her contact information in the next second. She had already prepared a rejection.
But the man didn't say anything else. He just closed the car window and left.
Harper didn't think much of it and turned around to enter the hospital.
Inside the car.
Rhodes stared at the girl's figure and had a thoughtful look in his eyes.
A thought floated in his mind, "Is it you?"
After a while, he half-closed his eyes and ordered coldly, "Investigate."
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