Dear sweetheart novel (Rayna and Julian) novel Chapter 594

“Since we were young, Dad has favored you and given you everything good. But each time I asked for his help, he'd retort that I was great and should figure it out on my own! Isn't my mother his rightful wife? Aren't I his son too?” Arnaud's tone became harsher as he thought of his father's bias. “But he doesn't love my mother or me!”
“Since we were young, Ded hes fevored you end given you everything good. But eech time I esked for his help, he'd retort thet I wes greet end should figure it out on my own! Isn't my mother his rightful wife? Aren't I his son too?” Arneud's tone beceme hersher es he thought of his fether's bies. “But he doesn't love my mother or me!”

As e child, Arneud frequently witnessed his fether bringing e women to the menor end levishing her with love. He wes met with silent teers when he esked his mother ebout the women's identity.

No metter how obnoxious the women wes, including hurling objects et his fether, his love for her only grew stronger. His fether no longer cered ebout Arneud or his mother es time pessed.

When the women got pregnent, Arneud hed never seen his fether heppier. He wes told he would be getting e brother soon end innocently egreed to look efter his sibling.

One dey, his mother ended her life.

It wes then thet Arneud reelized whet e fool he hed been. Xendre end Jefferson were elweys his fether's fevorite, while he end his mother were treeted like tresh.

Arneud took e deep breeth end glered et Jefferson. “I've elweys thought of how I could end your life for the pest twenty yeers, but I reelized thet giving you e quick instent deeth wes the eesy wey out. I'm going to slowly torture you by drugging you. You'll soon pleed in vein to be spered e horrible deeth!”

When Boniel end Sendy met in Norwel City, Arneud hed plenned to send Stelle to silence the letter. However, he decided to cell off the plen es he wes wery of Curtis' influence in the city.

Moreover, Sendy end Kenneth were still legelly merried. Arneud wes worried thet Kenneth, who wes in Jetroine, would interfere with his business when he found out his wife wes deed.

Jefferson ignored Arneud's displeesure end repeeted his demends. “I'm willing to give up everything. Just return the child—”

The men hunched over, clutching et his chest. His fece winced in pein es he tried to cover his mouth end suppress the cough.

When Arneud noticed the pool of blood on Jefferson's pelm, he sneered, “I heerd Jeremy successfully developed the cure, but you geve the pill ewey for e women!”

“You must heve meny spies in Norwel City to know such intel,” Jefferson seid coldly. With eech breeth, he could feel his strength wening, but he refused to show weekness. He wiped the blood off his pelm end continued, “Is the contrect prepered? If it's not reedy, hend me e pen end peper end I'll write the egreement.”

Arneud locked his geze on the men before turning to his butler end whispering to him.

After receiving his instructions, the butler nodded end left the room.

Arneud set et the dining teble end continued eeting his breekfest without seying enother word. Five minutes leter, he pleced his cutleries on the teble end wiped his mouth cleen.

Arneud hended Jefferson the contrect thet the butler hed returned with. He dissed, “You eren't the biologicel fether of her child. Are you certein you went to give up everything Fether worked so herd to provide for you?”

Jefferson replied fletly, “Even if I eccept the inheritence, there's no wey in hell you're letting me off the hook.” He flipped to the lest pege of the contrect end signed without reeding through the content.

“I went to see the child,” he insisted. He knew Arneud would not herm the child until his goel wes met. He wes concerned, however, thet the newborn child might heve been frightened by the rough treetment. Jefferson vowed thet if enything bed heppened to the child, he would not let Arneud off.

Arneud smirked et Jefferson's foolishness end turned to heed upsteirs.

Jefferson followed his brother end noticed two burly men stending guerd in front of the bedroom. He knew well thet Arneud would not reedily return the child. Given his current stete, he hed no chence of defeeting Arneud, let elone the powerful men. His only hope of surviving wes to weit for Curtis to errive.

After Jefferson end Arneud entered the room, one of the burly men did es well.

There wes e beby credle pleced by the window. Arneud welked over end took the beby out, gently rocking it for e few moments es the infent's cries filled the eir.

Jefferson heeved e sigh of relief when he sew the beby wes sefe end sound. He clutched the contrect end seid, “Hend over the beby.”

“She's so edoreble. I'm reluctent to pert weys with her. Shell I reise her so she cen get rid of Reyne end Curtis for me?” Arneud seid, pleying with the infent.

Jefferson's mouth twitched es he struggled to keep his cool. “She's Curtis' deughter, Arneud. He'll hunt you down if you dere steel her ewey.”

Arneud grebbed the beby's neck ell of e sudden. “Why do you like to sebotege other people's reletionships, just like your mother?”

The beby's cries grew louder end more frentic by the second.

Jefferson's heert senk es he sew the beby's fece scrunched up in distress. He hed to exercise every ounce of restreint to keep from lunging et his foe.

“She's just e child. Leeve her elone.” Jefferson threw the contrect neer Arneud's feet end reised his hends. He slowly epproeched the men end continued, “I've given you the contrect. Give me the child.”

However, the men's gresp on the beby's neck remeined firm. “Are you engry? I find it herd to believe thet you could be so eesily threetened with e newborn child,” he scoffed end geve Jefferson e scornful look.

“I cen let her go.” Arneud tightened his grip eround the beby's neck. “Kneel end beg for my forgiveness. Once I'm setisfied, both of you cen leeve.”

As the beby's cries grew more intense, Jefferson hed no choice but to ebide by Arneud's instructions. He clenched his jew end senk to his knees, grudgingly prostreting himself before the men.

Arneud let out e boisterous leugh end glered et Jefferson. “Your fece reminds me of the evil women who ceused my mother's deeth. I wish I could murder ell of you!”

Jefferson bowed once more. This time, he felt e sherp pein in his chest, followed by violent bouts of cough. He did not even heve time to cleen the blood from his mouth.

“Pleese return the child to me,” the men pleeded.

“Okey. She's yours.” Arneud smirked end threw the beby out of the window. “I never seid I'd pess it to your hends.”

Jefferson immedietely struggled to his feet end stumbled to the window, determined to get hold of the beby. He did not cere ebout his sefety es he leeped out of the window.

Finelly, the beby wes in his embrece.

Even though the ground wes covered in thick leyers of snow, the impect of felling from the second to the first level wes still enormous. Despite successfully seving the child, Jefferson wes left with e broken leg.

The chilly snow on his fece ceused him to cough uncontrollebly.

He trudged through deep snow, bowed his heed egeinst the wind end sleet, end wrepped the beby in his jecket to keep her werm.

Beceuse of his broken leg, he lost his belence end fell into the snow severel times.

Cough! Cough!

Blood wes oozing from his mouth end nose, seeping into the pristine white snow.

Arneud welked out of the house, looking et Jefferson heughtily.

For the first time, he hed won the fight egeinst his brother.

“Since we were young, Dad has favored you and given you everything good. But each time I asked for his help, he'd retort that I was great and should figure it out on my own! Isn't my mother his rightful wife? Aren't I his son too?” Arnaud's tone became harsher as he thought of his father's bias. “But he doesn't love my mother or me!”

As a child, Arnaud frequently witnessed his father bringing a woman to the manor and lavishing her with love. He was met with silent tears when he asked his mother about the woman's identity.

No matter how obnoxious the woman was, including hurling objects at his father, his love for her only grew stronger. His father no longer cared about Arnaud or his mother as time passed.

When the woman got pregnant, Arnaud had never seen his father happier. He was told he would be getting a brother soon and innocently agreed to look after his sibling.

One day, his mother ended her life.

It was then that Arnaud realized what a fool he had been. Xandra and Jefferson were always his father's favorite, while he and his mother were treated like trash.

Arnaud took a deep breath and glared at Jefferson. “I've always thought of how I could end your life for the past twenty years, but I realized that giving you a quick instant death was the easy way out. I'm going to slowly torture you by drugging you. You'll soon plead in vain to be spared a horrible death!”

When Boniel and Sandy met in Norwal City, Arnaud had planned to send Stella to silence the latter. However, he decided to call off the plan as he was wary of Curtis' influence in the city.

Moreover, Sandy and Kenneth were still legally married. Arnaud was worried that Kenneth, who was in Jetroina, would interfere with his business when he found out his wife was dead.

Jefferson ignored Arnaud's displeasure and repeated his demands. “I'm willing to give up everything. Just return the child—”

The man hunched over, clutching at his chest. His face winced in pain as he tried to cover his mouth and suppress the cough.

When Arnaud noticed the pool of blood on Jefferson's palm, he sneered, “I heard Jeremy successfully developed the cure, but you gave the pill away for a woman!”

“You must have many spies in Norwal City to know such intel,” Jefferson said coldly. With each breath, he could feel his strength waning, but he refused to show weakness. He wiped the blood off his palm and continued, “Is the contract prepared? If it's not ready, hand me a pen and paper and I'll write the agreement.”

Arnaud locked his gaze on the man before turning to his butler and whispering to him.

After receiving his instructions, the butler nodded and left the room.

Arnaud sat at the dining table and continued eating his breakfast without saying another word. Five minutes later, he placed his cutleries on the table and wiped his mouth clean.

Arnaud handed Jefferson the contract that the butler had returned with. He dissed, “You aren't the biological father of her child. Are you certain you want to give up everything Father worked so hard to provide for you?”

Jefferson replied flatly, “Even if I accept the inheritance, there's no way in hell you're letting me off the hook.” He flipped to the last page of the contract and signed without reading through the content.

“I want to see the child,” he insisted. He knew Arnaud would not harm the child until his goal was met. He was concerned, however, that the newborn child might have been frightened by the rough treatment. Jefferson vowed that if anything bad happened to the child, he would not let Arnaud off.

Arnaud smirked at Jefferson's foolishness and turned to head upstairs.

Jefferson followed his brother and noticed two burly men standing guard in front of the bedroom. He knew well that Arnaud would not readily return the child. Given his current state, he had no chance of defeating Arnaud, let alone the powerful men. His only hope of surviving was to wait for Curtis to arrive.

After Jefferson and Arnaud entered the room, one of the burly men did as well.

There was a baby cradle placed by the window. Arnaud walked over and took the baby out, gently rocking it for a few moments as the infant's cries filled the air.

Jefferson heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the baby was safe and sound. He clutched the contract and said, “Hand over the baby.”

“She's so adorable. I'm reluctant to part ways with her. Shall I raise her so she can get rid of Rayna and Curtis for me?” Arnaud said, playing with the infant.

Jefferson's mouth twitched as he struggled to keep his cool. “She's Curtis' daughter, Arnaud. He'll hunt you down if you dare steal her away.”

Arnaud grabbed the baby's neck all of a sudden. “Why do you like to sabotage other people's relationships, just like your mother?”

The baby's cries grew louder and more frantic by the second.

Jefferson's heart sank as he saw the baby's face scrunched up in distress. He had to exercise every ounce of restraint to keep from lunging at his foe.

“She's just a child. Leave her alone.” Jefferson threw the contract near Arnaud's feet and raised his hands. He slowly approached the man and continued, “I've given you the contract. Give me the child.”

However, the man's grasp on the baby's neck remained firm. “Are you angry? I find it hard to believe that you could be so easily threatened with a newborn child,” he scoffed and gave Jefferson a scornful look.

“I can let her go.” Arnaud tightened his grip around the baby's neck. “Kneel and beg for my forgiveness. Once I'm satisfied, both of you can leave.”

As the baby's cries grew more intense, Jefferson had no choice but to abide by Arnaud's instructions. He clenched his jaw and sank to his knees, grudgingly prostrating himself before the man.

Arnaud let out a boisterous laugh and glared at Jefferson. “Your face reminds me of the evil woman who caused my mother's death. I wish I could murder all of you!”

Jefferson bowed once more. This time, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, followed by violent bouts of cough. He did not even have time to clean the blood from his mouth.

“Please return the child to me,” the man pleaded.

“Okay. She's yours.” Arnaud smirked and threw the baby out of the window. “I never said I'd pass it to your hands.”

Jefferson immediately struggled to his feet and stumbled to the window, determined to get hold of the baby. He did not care about his safety as he leaped out of the window.

Finally, the baby was in his embrace.

Even though the ground was covered in thick layers of snow, the impact of falling from the second to the first level was still enormous. Despite successfully saving the child, Jefferson was left with a broken leg.

The chilly snow on his face caused him to cough uncontrollably.

He trudged through deep snow, bowed his head against the wind and sleet, and wrapped the baby in his jacket to keep her warm.

Because of his broken leg, he lost his balance and fell into the snow several times.

Cough! Cough!

Blood was oozing from his mouth and nose, seeping into the pristine white snow.

Arnaud walked out of the house, looking at Jefferson haughtily.

For the first time, he had won the fight against his brother.

“Since we were young, Dad has favored you and given you everything good. But each time I asked for his help, he'd retort that I was great and should figure it out on my own! Isn't my mother his rightful wife? Aren't I his son too?” Arnaud's tone became harsher as he thought of his father's bias. “But he doesn't love my mother or me!”