Billionaire And His Son Betrayed Me: Brothers Back Me Up novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122

No one had ever seen Hudson’s temper explode like this.

Xavier, dazed and bleeding, was first enraged, then confused by Hudson’s words.

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“Your… sister?” he slurred through split lips, looking from Hudson’s furious face to Xylia’s cold

one.

Even beaten, his malice couldn’t be contained.

“What is this, some kind of kinky role–play? Since when did you get a sister?”

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” Hudson roared, struggling against the friends holding him back.

Xylia moved quickly to his side, placing a calming hand on his arm.

“Hudson, don’t. He’s not worth it. He’s just a toad croaking nonsense.”

Xavier’s expression darkened.

“What did you just call me, you bitch?”

“I called you a toad,” Xylia said, her voice icy and clear, cutting through the tension in the room. “Eight years ago, you were a pathetic creature. Now you’re just an uglier, more viler one. Your essence hasn’t changed.”

Her words lacerated his pride.

Xavier glared, his eyes burning with hatred.

“You dare? Say that again!”

He tried to lunge at her, but his own crew held him back.

Hudson shook off his friends‘ grip and stepped diagonally in front of Xylia, a solid wall between her and any threat.

Xavier couldn’t comprehend it. Why was a Sadler treating this discarded woman like she was made of glass?

“Spare me the noble act, Sadler! I know I can’t match your family’s money, but this is a race. Did you bring this shameless woman here to sick us all out before it even starts?”

That was the final straw. A wild, dangerous smile spread across Hudson’s face–a chilling sight.

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“Zayn,” he said, his voice deceptively calm. “Sorry for ruining your lounge. Dinner’s on me next time.”

Before Zayn could process the apology, Hudson moved.

He exploded forward like a sprung coil. His foot slammed into Xavier’s chest, catapulting him back into the hallway.

Hudson was on him again, pinning him to the concrete floor. His fists became relentless hammers, raining down blow after blow on Xavier’s face and body, each impact echoing with a dull thud, accompanied by Xavier’s uncontrollable, guttural howls of pain.

“I warned you,” Hudson growled, his voice a low, dangerous snarl. “My sister is not someone you can insult. Since you have no respect for your own life, don’t blame me if I put you in the hospital.”

Their separate crews rushed forward to intervene.

But this time, Zayn and his group moved to block Xavier’s teammates, creating a wall that allowed Hudson his cathartic release.

Seeing the terrifying force behind the blows, Xylia quickly stepped forward and grabbed his

arm.

“Hudson, stop!”

She was terrified that in his blinding rage, he might go too far, and the consequences would

be irreversible.

Hudson finally stilled, his chest heaving. He pulled Xylia to her feet, then looked down at Xavier, who was curled into a whimpering ball on the ground.

His expression was one of pure, cold contempt.

“Remember this, Xavier,” he said, his voice icy and precise. “From now on, every time I see you, I will do this.”

After delivering the threat, he took Xylia’s hand and led her out of the racing club.

“Hudson, what about the race?” Xylia asked, glancing back worriedly.

“Racing against that filth would sully my eye and my character,” he stated, not breaking his stride.

Once outside, they had only walked a short distance when Hudson suddenly stopped and turned to her.

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“Xylia,” he asked, his anger replaced by concern, “how do you know someone like Xavier?”

After a moment’s hesitation, Xylia explained part of her past.

She told him how, after Tessa returned to the Schultz family, Qadir had come to annul their engagement.

He had married Tessa but passed away from a sudden illness less than a month later.

“Though the circumstances were never clear,” Xylia said quietly, “Xavier decided I was to blame. When I was in Jupiton, he targeted me relentlessly. It only stopped after I married Connor and he left for Norhill.”

Listening to her story, Hudson’s eyes filled with a pained protectiveness.

He said nothing, simply gave her head a gentle pat before leading her away.

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At the Ford Mansion.

Following Orion’s passing, his will had entrusted the Ford Group to Connor.

Connor’s uncle and his family had received a small portion of shares; after a brief, contentious scene at the Mansion, they had departed.

Connor’s father still had unfinished affairs overseas. After the funeral service–a somber, formal gathering held a week after the burial–he boarded another plane, still wearing the dark suit he had worn to the quiet, formal memorial service.

Melanie had flown out with him to help settle what remained, and neither of them had come back.

The Mansion was now oppressively silent, occupied only by Connor and Sonny.

As Sonny came downstairs, he saw his father standing by the living room’s floor–to–ceiling window, phone pressed to his ear.

“Useless!” Connor snapped, his voice cutting through the quiet. “It’s been two weeks and you haven’t found a single trace of her! You have three more days. If you have no news by then, you’re all fired!”

In Sonny’s memory, his father was controlled and stoic; he rarely lost his temper so completely.

The boy hovered at the bottom of the stairs, watching with concern.

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When a servant ushered Tessa inside, a wave of relief washed over Sonny’s face.

He immediately ran over and hugged her.

“Aunt Tessa, you’re here! Please, you have to talk to Dad. He’s been so angry lately.”

He looked up at her, his small face etched with worry.

Tessa crouched down and gently cupped his face.

“Don’t you worry, sweetheart. Mommy will help calm your father down.”

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When she called herself “Mommy,” Sonny was momentarily surprised, then beamed with delight.

The idea thrilled him. Now he could finally have Tessa as his mother.

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