Feebly, he Lifted his trembling hand and placed it on his aching chest.

Then he coughed and spat out a Large mouthful of blood.

When he cast his gaze upwards, he saw a pair of black leather shoes, followed by a pair of long and straight legs. Finally, Matthew's expressionless handsome face came into view. At this moment, he Looked calm, as if he hadn't beaten Watkins.

Watkins gritted his teeth and stood from the floor. Despite his composure and determination, his legs trembled so much that he had to steady himself by holding the mahjong table beside him.

Matthew curled his lips and said sarcastically, "Watkins, I didn't think you'd be able to stand!"

Watkins took a deep breath, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and swung a punch at Matthew.

He had never been a good fighter, not even when at optimal health. Now that he was severely injured, he was no threat to Matthew. At the sight of the incoming blow, Matthew tilted a little, and Watkins missed his target.

Watkins would have ended on the floor again if he hadn't supported himself on the wine rack in front of him.

Next to the wine rack sat Sheffield and Harmon. With a glass of red wine in his hand, Sheffield slid his chair back and advised the man next to him, “Uncle, stay away from there, in case blood splashes on you."

Harmon walked to Matthew.

“I think it's time to stop. He is going to be in the hospital for nearly half a month he said as he cast an indifferent glance at the bloody man's injuries.

Neville was already rushing here with his men. As they were both businessmen, Matthew and Neville would invariably meet. There would be serious repercussions if Matthew beat his son to death.

‘Nearly half a month? No, it's not enough, * thought Matthew.

“I want him to spend the rest of his life in the hospital," he roared as malice glinted in his eyes. Watkins wouldn't have the chance to see his wife or send her flowers again if that happened.

At this thought, he grabbed Watkins’ collar, lifted him, and threw several punches at him.

As soon as the car pulled up outside Orchid Private Club, Neville jumped out. He rushed to the VIP room where Matthew was, but several bodyguards guarded the door.

The bodyguards refused to let them through.

“I'm sorry. No one is allowed to enter without Matthew's order," said one of them.

Neville was concerned about his only son's safety, but he couldn't force his way through. Once he calmed down, he called Matthew.

When the phone rang, Matthew was standing with a foot placed on

Watkins' chest. He was just about to coerce the bleeding man to swear that he would never see Erica again.

His phone was in Owen's hand. He looked at the caller ID and reported to Matthew, "Matthew, Neville is calling."

Matthew stood still and ordered nonchalantly, "Let them in."

The moment the door opened, his phone stopped ringing.

When Neville entered, he saw his son on the floor. He was coughing blood and moaning in agony. Neville's heart lurched at the sight, but he had to deal with Matthew first.