Chapter 29

Brian had won twice against William, but his hand was now deformed from the squeezing. How much strength did he have left? Try lifting 600 pounds twice; even a strongman would be exhausted.

As Brian was about to exert force, William was already going all out.

William thought Brian's one hand would also be very strong, so he had to give it his all to win. Otherwise, it would be too humiliating after boasting about being the strongest.

William used all his brute strength right from the start. He felt Brian's strength and pushed harder.

Before Brian could exert more force, his wrist was twisted.

With a snap, his wrist hit the edge of the coffee table. William didn't stop; he twisted Brian's wrist back so far that his fingers almost touched his own elbow.

It was beyond the limit of human flexibility.

Crack.

Brian was pulled so hard that half his body was almost off the coffee table.

"I'm strong, huh?"

William let go of Brian's hand, looking pleased as punch.

Brian's face turned pale, and he broke into a cold sweat. His entire arm was immobile.

He gritted his teeth and glanced at his right arm.

In just a moment, his arm was swelling from the elbow down, and his wrist was visibly swelling.

"William!"

Brian glared at him with murderous eyes.

"I swear I'm divorcing you! Whoever doesn't divorce is a damn fool!"

Arm wrestling turned into a dislocated wrist – that's the kind of crap this jerk pulls!

Damn it, only an idiot wouldn't divorce. He almost broke my wrist over a game. What if we really fought? Would he break all my bones?

Divorce! It's the only way!

"What happened? Why is your wrist swollen? Quick, to the hospital!"

William, the big oaf, finally realized something was wrong. Seeing Brian's arm and his pain-stricken face, he panicked. He didn't care that Brian was still in his pajamas; he grabbed a coat, wrapped it around him, and rushed out the door.

The doctor was puzzled. A wrist wouldn't dislocate or strain without severe trauma. This wrist was almost twisted off. Luckily, the hand and forearm bones are flexible. If it were the upper arm, it would snap like a chicken bone.

"You know, it's common for police to accidentally use too much force when apprehending a struggling suspect, sometimes resulting in a twisted wrist. Were you two fighting? That's not right. Young man, you can't just go twisting people's wrists like that," the doctor, an older woman, said while examining Brian and questioning them.

"No, we weren't fighting. He's my hubby. We were just arm wrestling," William explained.

Seeing the examination results, William realized how serious it was. The wrist bone wasn't broken, but the elbow was dislocated, the wrist was dislocated, and the tendons were twisted. No cast was needed, but bandages were necessary to keep it immobilized.

Brian was in pain, but he didn't make a sound, just gritted his teeth and endured it. His cold sweat had soaked through his pajamas. His hair was plastered to his forehead, and his face was as white as a sheet.

William felt extremely guilty and regretful. He had gone overboard and dislocated his hubby's arm.

Brian must be in so much pain. Who wouldn't be if their wrist was twisted like that? It's flesh and bone, not some rotating bearing.

"Young man, is he abusing you at home? I can write a statement for you. You should divorce him," the doctor, an elderly lady who despised domestic violence, said.

"Yes, I have to divorce him. If I don't, my arm will be ruined," Brian said, furious. What started as a fun game ended up in the hospital. What the hell?

"Babe, I'm so sorry. I forgot how slender you are. You beat me twice, and I thought you were really strong. I didn't know your wrist would end up like this. I'm so sorry, it's all my fault. If you're that mad, why don't you dislocate my arm too?" William pleaded.