Family on Their Knees Heart Turned to Ice novel Chapter 1143

Honestly, the little terror deserved a severe beating.

It was practically poetic justice that he walked right into his grandmother's line of fire and got completely trashed.

Lillian felt entirely at ease now, while the elder Blakes shook their heads in silent despair.

The boy had absolutely zero manners.

He was a guest in a foreign household, yet he had thrown a tantrum, destroyed the landscaping, and actually hit an elder with a stick.

Granted, he didn't know the woman was his grandmother—he probably assumed she was just a gardener—but that just proved his overwhelming arrogance.

He deserved every thorn that caught him!

He had always bullied people he thought were beneath him; maybe this would finally teach him a lesson.

Lillian and the elder Blakes finally reached the scene.

Sebastian and Noah were an absolute mess, while Eleanor stood innocently to the side, flanked by Dr. Sarah Miller, who was softly talking her down.

Eleanor was poking her index fingers together, looking more like a scolded toddler than the savage combatant she had been seconds ago.

The manicured lawn was littered with decapitated roses and broken stems, which groundskeepers were already rushing to clean up.

Sebastian had Noah pinned by the arms, his own hands bearing bloody scratches from the thorns. Noah, however, was still thrashing wildly, kicking his legs into the empty air toward Eleanor, as if trying to land invisible blows.

He looked atrocious.

His face and hands were streaked with blood, and his designer clothes were ripped in several places by the vicious thorns.

He had probably never been hit like this in his entire life.

Martin had eagerly moved Sabrina Ward into the house, and with neither of Eleanor's sons stepping up to protect her, she was unceremoniously dumped into St. Jude’s Psychiatric Center. Sebastian had simply never crossed paths with her.

Noah might have seen his grandmother a few times as a toddler, but Eleanor's condition had been severe back then, and contact was strictly limited.

Over the years, he had completely forgotten she even existed.

Having no close contact, he naturally had no idea there was anything wrong with her.

So, Noah didn't recognize his grandmother at all.

But even if he had known, what difference would it make? In the eyes of the young, spoiled Blake heir, his own mother was garbage. A crazy grandmother was less than dirt.

He would never have respected her.