Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 235

"Dare to take my daughter’s name again, and I will make sure you regret it."

Idris couldn’t control himself. His hands flew through the air, striking Ryan hard across his cheeks. He wasn’t entirely sure what shattered his patience —whether it was Ryan’s unapologetic way of mentioning Arwen’s name or the thought of how much his daughter endured in his hands. All he knew was that he couldn’t accept it.

For a moment, Ryan was too stunned to react. The blow came so fast that he was hardly able to see it. The sharp sting on his cheek was nothing compared to the disbelief that flooded his senses. More than him, it was Catrin who appeared the most shocked. "Idris!" she gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in horror.

But Idris paid no attention to her. His piercing gaze remained fixed on Ryan, sharp and unyielding, carrying a promise of retribution. One slap didn’t feel enough. The weight of Arwen’s suffering demanded more.

Ryan slowly lifted his hand to touch his reddened cheek, his expression darkening, registering what had happened to him just now. His eyes turned cold, betraying the simmering anger he struggled to suppress inside. But knowing who was the man standing in front of him, he swallowed his pride.

"Uncle Idris," Ryan said, his voice tense but restrained. "what’s the meaning of this?"

Idris’s brows furrowed deeply, and his tone carried an edge of pure hostility."I didn’t think I stuttered, did I?" he replied coldly. "I meant exactly what I said —dare not take Arwen’s name again. You don’t deserve it."

Ryan’s jaws tightened, his fists clenching at his sides. "I have every right to speak her name," he said, his words coming through the grit of his teeth, laced with complete defiance. "We were engaged. She is my fiancée"

"Frame your sentence grammatically right, young man," Idris warned, stepping a step closer. His towering frame radiated the menacing energy that was coming from pure fatherly instinct. "She was your fiancée. Now, she is not."

That reality was too bitter for Ryan’s taste. He couldn’t bring himself to swallow it. "Uncle —"

But before he could speak another word, Idris’s scoff interrupted him, sharply. "Fiancée?" his voice dripped with pure mockery. "The same fiancée whom you left to die on the street when she met with an accident? Are you sure you want to claim your rights here?"

Ryan faltered. He might have treated Arwen in a way she didn’t deserve, but he wasn’t cruel enough to leave her to die. Still, he knew no explanation could justify his actions. He had been wrong to leave her there, wrong to trust Delyth’s words over his own instincts.