When Love Turns to Ash

Just as I was about to speak, Peter said hypocritically, "Ms. Walsh, don't be mad. Tobias must have some unavoidable reason for refusing Ms. Lewis' orders."

"You don't need to speak for him. Taking money to do the job is only right. The company pays him, and during work hours, there is no reason to refuse tasks from superiors," Kate's eyes grew colder. "I think he's just being unreasonable and looking for trouble."

Enduring the pain in my back, I gritted my teeth and said, "Kate, there's no need for insinuations. I quit this job!"

Kate's face darkened even more upon hearing this.

Peter continued to fake concern. "Tobias, it's just a small matter, no need to make a fuss about quitting.

"Ms. Walsh is saying these things for your own good.

"Listen to my advice, go back and work properly, and this matter will be over.

"You've been with the company for so many years, even if you haven't achieved much, you've worked hard. The company won't mistreat you."

As he spoke, he reached out to pat my shoulder.

I showed a look of disgust and pushed him away.

"Ouch!"

I barely used any force, but Peter stumbled and fell, lightly hitting his head.

Seeing this, Kate was very worried and hurriedly went to help him.

"Peter, are you alright?"

"I'm... I'm fine, just a little dizzy."

Peter gritted his teeth, pretending to be innocent and aggrieved.

"Tobias, I was just trying to advise you, with no other intentions.

"We're all working for the company, so why resort to violence?"

Kate's delicate eyebrows shot up in anger as she glared at me. "Tobias, apologize to Peter!"

In all the years we'd been married, I had never seen my wife this furious; her anger was almost spilling from her eyes.

I gave them both a cold look, clutched my waist, and walked towards the door.

Apologize to this hypocrite? Not a chance.

The ever-loyal female supervisor immediately blocked my path, shouting angrily, "Tobias, you can't just hit someone and then walk away without apologizing!

"Security!"

Soon, a group of security guards rushed over.

The lead security manager, Milo Walsh, was Kate's younger brother and my brother-in-law.

Ever since I got married, he, like the rest of the Walsh family, had never looked at me with any respect.

Hearing the female supervisor's loud yelling, Milo didn't hesitate to have his men pin me down tightly.

Many colleagues also came out to watch the commotion, crowding the corridor.

Kate's face was dark as she said coldly, "Tobias, if you don't apologize to Peter, you can forget about leaving the company."

Even at this moment, Peter didn't forget to act. "Ms. Walsh, I'm fine. Tobias probably didn't mean it. Please forgive him."

Seeing his hypocritical, ugly face, I silently clenched my fist and instead of getting angry, I laughed. "Keep acting, Peter. Keep it up in front of everyone!"

Kate's brows furrowed tightly, and in the next second, a fist the size of a cooking pot landed heavily on my stomach.

A sharp, piercing pain surged through me, and I almost blacked out.

"Tobias, I've had enough of you! You think you can keep being arrogant?"

Milo punched me in the waist again, right where I had hit the corner of the table earlier.

I screamed in agony as waves of pain crashed over me, making it hard to breathe.

The previous injury felt like a thousand steel spikes piercing through, each nerve excruciatingly painful.

Kate was stunned; she seemed to remember something and immediately ordered them to release me.

Milo, looking unconvinced, said, "Kate, Tobias is just acting. Don't fall for it.

"I only hit him lightly. Who's he trying to fool with this exaggerated act?"

Just as he finished speaking, a gush of bright red blood stained my white shirt, causing the crowd around us to gasp in shock.