Chapter 315

At that moment, seeing Abigail’s father still on his knees and hearing what he just said to Oliver, Mr. Jackson couldn’t believe his ears.

His entire face twisted in disbelief as he stared at the man kneeling like a beggar in his house. His jaw clenched. His fingers curled into fists at his sides. The air in the living room turned thick. The maids froze. Robert’s expression went from confusion to rising irritation. Lisa folded her arms and tilted her head, watching it all unfold.

Mr. Jackson’s voice broke through the tension like a whip.

Then he repeated his words again. “What is going on here? Why are you on your knees and why are you begging him? What is going on here p>

His voice shook with confusion. He wasn’t just asking for answers he was demanding them.

A storm of thoughts raced through his mind. Was this some kind of joke? Had the man lost his mind? Or was there something far deeper going on that he didn’t know about?

Immediately, Abigail’s father didn’t say anything to Mr. Jackson.

He didn’t even look at him.

His eyes stayed fixed on Oliver, filled with fear and pleading, as if Mr. Jackson didn’t exist anymore — as if Oliver was the only one in that room who mattered.

Instead, he was still pleading with Oliver still on his knees, still trembling as if his life depended on it.

“None of this actually concerns me,” he said quickly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know what Mr. Jackson actually did p>

The words spilled out of him like water from a broken dam.

“I actually came here to dissolve what was going on between Abigail and Robert,” he continued, his tone full of desperation. “That was the only reason I came here. And nothing more p>

He shook his head repeatedly.

“Nothing concerns me. I am not following anything. I am not supporting anything p>

At that moment, upon hearing what Abigail’s father just said again—how he was categorically dividing himself from them, separating himself from them it actually made Robert freeze for a second. His brows furrowed, eyes narrowed slightly as his gaze slowly shifted from the kneeling man to Oliver, then back to his father. It was as if his brain was trying to process a puzzle that suddenly grew new pieces.

“What is going on here?” Robert finally muttered aloud, his voice laced with visible confusion. “It seems you actually know these intruders that barged into our house…” He took a step forward and tilted his head. “Then why are you on your knees, by the way? Are they so powerful or mighty… or did you offend them in any way?” His tone carried both disbelief and something that almost sounded like fear masked in arrogance. “Did they come here… because of you p>

Abigail’s father, still on his knees, did not lift his head. His hands were slightly raised in a pleading posture, his voice low, trembling slightly with panic. But before he could open his mouth to respond, Mr. Jackson Robert’s father—cut in.

With a hard frown stretching across his face, Mr. Jackson slowly rose from his ornate leather seat, the tension in the air thickening by the second. He crossed his arms and added coldly, “It does look like that. It really does look as if our guest here… offended them p>

He let that hang in the air for a moment.

“That can only explain the reason why they came here looking for him,” he said flatly, his voice now carrying a tone of finality.

He then raised one hand toward the guards and continued firmly, “Since Abigail’s father is separating himself from them, and wants to make it clear that this issue has nothing to do with him or with us—then I suggest they all go outside p>

He gestured toward the open hallway.

“They should take their drama outside, since it supposedly has nothing to do with this house,” he added sharply, his tone becoming more commanding.

“This is my mansion, not a marketplace. Not some street-side drama theater,” he said with irritation. “So they better take whatever issues they have with him outside and settle it there. Not here. Not in my home. Not barging in like common criminals in such a disrespectful manner p>

At that moment, upon hearing what Mr. Jackson just said so confidently and with anger in his voice, Abigail’s father’s eyes widened slightly. He immediately turned his head toward Mr. Jackson and gave him a subtle, sharp blink — trying to warn him silently. The message in that blink was simple: Stop talking before you regret it.

But Mr. Jackson didn’t catch it.

He was still boiling with pride and rage. Without even hesitating, he took two bold steps forward, pointing toward Oliver and Lisa, and his voice boomed throughout the hall.

“I’m not going to allow this nonsense to continue in my own house!” he snapped. “This is a disgrace — a complete embarrassment to my name and the respect I’ve built in the business world for decades! Who do they think they are? I will not sit back and allow a commoner a nobody — to walk into my mansion and create this level of disturbance, talking as if they own the place p>

He shook his head and continued, “This is my house. I won’t let anyone disrespect it. They can take this drama elsewhere p>

But before he could take another breath, Abigail’s father suddenly leaned toward him and whispered quickly, his tone filled with urgency.

“Jackson…” he said, his voice shaky but serious, “if you actually know what your family did… if you truly understand the kind of mistake you all have made… you would go down on your knees right now and start apologizing before it’s too late p>

Mr. Jackson looked at him with disbelief, completely confused, still puffing in pride.

However Abigail’s father didn’t stop. His eyes were now sharp, his face pale with fear, and he spoke each word slowly, making sure Jackson heard him clearly.

“You’re standing here talking so confidently… as if you don’t know who that lady is standing right in front of you. As if you don’t recognize the man beside her. You’re talking like a man who’s blind to danger. But let me tell you one thing p>

He leaned even closer, lowering his voice further.

“That woman… that lady you’re insulting… is Lisa. The Investment Goddess p>