Fated love: the unwanted bride-Chapter 595 - : Every Time I meet This Kind of Person, I Beat Them Up Once.

Chapter 595: Chapter 595: Every Time I meet This Kind of Person, I Beat Them Up Once.

Chris Fern had been a medical student since he was a child, with a frail body, he was clearly no match for Joe Heath in a fight.

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Joe Heath showed no courtesy, punching him directly in the mouth!

Blood flowed from Chris Fern’s mouth.

Yet Chris Fern seemed to feel no regret, he just looked mockingly at Joe Heath, and then at Jasmine Yale.

His expression was indifferent, his gaze was cold.

“Landon isn’t Lonton, it’s not the playground for a small fry like you,” Joe Heath warned him, “I better not catch you doing this again, or else I won’t be so nice!”

“My elder brother is just barely in his grave, and his so-called brother has already hooked up with his mistress. Impressed to say the least.” mocked Chris Fern, smirking.

Joe Heath’s face turned immediately!

He grabbed Chris Fern by the collar, and landed a few intense blows!

These punches left Chris Fern’s face a bloody mess.

Yet Chris Fern seemed to still have no regret, his gaze was cold, as if hardened by ice, without a shred of warmth.

Soon, the hotel’s security staff arrived.

They restrained Joe Heath, fearing any fatal injuries.

Joe Heath had given Chris Fern a severe beating, but still didn’t feel it was enough.

Jasmine Yale walked up to him and tried to pull him away: “Don’t stoop to his level, let’s go home and come up with a way to explain things to Little Chale.”

She was in a state of confusion.

She really didn’t expect to run into someone like Chris Fern here.

This kind of pervert who could do anything.

What a shame for a doctor!

“Yes.” Joe Heath adjusted his collar, looking displeased, “Every time I see this man, I’ll hit him.”

“He thinks too highly of himself.”

“We didn’t have much interaction before, I didn’t have a clue of his character was this terrible.” Joe Heath grumbled discontentedly, “Saying such things to a child, what kind of person would do such a thing.”

“Calm down, it’s the New Year, cool your anger.”

Jasmine Yale pulled him towards the private room.

Chale Cheney was alone in the room, looking grumpy.

He propped his chin on his hands, his mouth was pouting unhappily.

As Jasmine Yale and Joe Heath entered, he only glanced up and then looked down again.

“Little Chale, don’t listen to what that man said, okay? He’s a bad person, he has a feud with Jasy, that’s why he lied to you.” Jasmine Yale patiently consoled him.

“But dad hasn’t come back, he really hasn’t come back…”

“Jasy explained it to you yesterday, your dad is on a business trip, he even sent you a text didn’t he?”

“I don’t want a message, I want to call dad! Call him!”

The little one became obstinate.

Once he is stubborn, it’s hard to console him.

Luckily, when Jasmine Yale returned to the private room, she had already texted Charles Mcintosh for his assistance.

Charles Mcintosh had been working with Sylvan Cheney for many years; he must have a solution.

“Jasy, the child wants to call!” Chale Cheney peered at her.

His eyes were still red, pitiable at a glance.

Jasmine Yale took out her cell phone and sent Charles Mcintosh a message: “Little Chale wants to call Mr. Cheney.”

Joe Heath at the side appeased Chale Cheney: “Hey, little fellow, Uncle Heath tells you, Ali and Riceball are missing you a lot lately. Do you want to visit them tomorrow?”

Chale Cheney pouted, stayed quiet.

Joe Heath couldn’t resist patting his little head.

Huffily, he looked exactly like somebody else.

After a while, Jasmine Yale received a reply: “Call.”

Suddenly, Jasmine Yale’s eyes sparkled.

She knew it; Charles Mcintosh must have a way.

Indeed, she didn’t choose the wrong person.

Jasmine Yale dialed Sylvan Cheney’s number and put the phone to Little Chale’s ear—