Chapter 386

Connor had always believed a real man never hit a woman, but Milana and Jenson were something else entirely. The things they’d done… even animals had more decency.
He couldn’t believe they’d actually turned on an old lady.
“Gag her,” he said, his voice calm but cold.
Aiden hurried over, clamped a hand over Milana’s mouth, and called for someone to bring a rag. He stuffed it in, muffling her furious cries.
Milana fought with everything she had, but the two bodyguards in black pressed her down to her knees and pinned her in place. She couldn’t move an inch.
“Hit her,” Connor ordered. “Don’t stop until her face is unrecognizable.”
His words sent a chill through the room.
That was when Milana finally saw who their attacker really was. It was that guy Lydia was always hanging around with. Her eyes filled with rage as she glared up at Connor, screaming behind the gag.
The sound of slaps echoed through the room, sharp and clear. Each one left her more dazed, her ears ringing and her cheeks burning.
Jenson lay sprawled on the floor, feeling like he’d died and come back to life. He reached for the knife, pulled it out carefully, and stared at the wound. It was about two centimeters deep, not enough to be fatal. He kept telling himself he’d be fine, that it wasn’t serious, but the pain was so fierce he broke out in a cold sweat.
“You… you he stammered, staring at Connor.
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“I’m calling the cops!” Jenson shouted. In his mind, Connor was the one who stabbed him. He was determined to see this arrogant punk locked up.
Connor just let out a low laugh. “Let me do it for you. We’ll see what the police say when they find out how you and your wife tried to torture your own mother.”
He glanced at the old woman. If he hadn’t shown up in time, who knows what they would have done to her. Would they have actually killed her out of anger?
“You’re lying,” Jenson shot back, voice shaking. Torturing his own mother? That was a charge he couldn’t accept. He never meant to really hurt her He just wanted
scare her make her change the will transfer the company shares. That’s all it was. It wasn’t abuse?
“We’ll let the police sort it out,” Connor replied, pulling out his phone.
“Don’t get cocky. You stabbed me. The police won’t let you walk away from this!” Jenson clutched his wound, his face drained of color.
Connor’s smile was cold. “You were the one abusing your mother. Maybe fate decided you needed a taste of your own medicine. You stabbed yourself. What does that have to do with me? There won’t be any of my fingerprints on the knife. The cops won’t find a thing.”
Jenson’s mouth opened, but no words came out.
Suddenly, the old woman spoke, her voice weak but clear. “Hey, kid.”
He rushed to her side. “Grandma, don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything.”
She shook her head, her eyes heavy with sorrow. “Thank you, but there’s no need to call the police. I’ll handle this myself.”
“But
She cut him off, using the last of her strength. “From this moment on, I am no longer his mother. Whether he lives or dies, it’s none of my business. Tell him to leave. I never want to see him again. Ever.”
It took everything she had to say those words. She didn’t want to keep regretting the son she’d raised. All she wanted, for the rest of her life, was to never have to see him again.
“Mom! You’re really going to turn
your back on your own son for a stranger? What about Luke and
Sandy? You’re giving up on themnet
too?” Jenson’s voice cracked as panic set in. If she really cut him off, he could kiss his chance at the shares goodbye.
“Don’t call me mom. I’m not your mother anymore. As for Luke, I’ll put money into
the hospital account for his care and nothing more.”