Chapter 142: Young Master Hunter's Arrogance

"Scared?"

Harry Hunter's voice was as cold as ice, "When you barged into Isabella's home today, did you ever consider if she might be scared?"

"How can that be the same? Can she compare to Cherry? I saw she was perfectly fine, even arrogantly kicking me out, with no manners at all!"

The old lady was unimpressed. She helped Cherry Lewis up, shielding her behind and glaring at Harry, "For the sake of some woman, you even dare to contradict me now? I raised you for nothing, where's your conscience? Has it been bewitched by that vixen?"

The pressure around Harry was growing heavier, anger rising in his heart, "I am a person, not your puppet! Don't touch Isabella Weaver again, if she loses a single hair, I'll make you repay a hundredfold! Don't blame me for being cold-blooded and ruthless then!"

"What... what did you say? Have you gone mad?"

The old lady could hardly believe her ears!

Her once obedient grandson was turning against her for some disreputable woman?