Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 412

Chapter 412

Arista didn’t want to make things worse. She forced a smile and took hold of George’s arm. “You must be tired from the trip and in a bad mood. Come on, I’ll take you home to rest.”

She knew his temper better than anyone. He had come brimming with anger, and it wouldn’t be easy for father and son to have a proper conversation. Better to leave now than force a tense meal.

But George’s gaze never left Nick. The whole family had acknowledged him, yet Nick sat there, immovable, like some stoic statue.

All Nick had was some injury, and yet he acted like the master of the universe.

George hadn’t come to be disliked; he had come specifically to see Nick. But instead of gratitude, he was met with cold arrogance. The fury building in his chest could no longer be contained.

With a sudden jerk, he yanked his arm from Arista’s grasp, stepped forward, and knocked Nick’s bowl and spoon to the floor with a crash.

“What’s this? You’re injured so badly you can’t even greet me? All that etiquette I taught you gone down the drain

The words hit like a boulder smashing through a frozen lake.

For the first time, Nick responded.

“Dad!” Khloe gasped, instinctively moving to shield him. She positioned herself between Nick and George. He’s still recovering… please, don’t lose your temper.”

Loretta and Arista leapt forward as well, ready to intervene. But George’s anger was unstoppable, like a storm no one could block.

Leon slammed his cane down hard. “George! You’ve gone too far!”

Nick slowly lifted his head, meeting his father’s fiery glare with a calm, unwavering gaze. There was no fear, no anger-only an abyss of exhaustion deep in his eyes.

“I’m ill-mannered. Because all my life, I’ve been the child you never approved of. So yes, I’m ill-mannered. Isn’t that only natural?”

No matter what he did, he would never be the son George wanted. He had accepted that truth long ago.

George’s strike came down with full force-but instead of hitting Nick, it landed on Khloe’s face and neck.

She staggered from the impact, her body swaying before collapsing to the ground.

The room froze.

“Khloe!” Loretta shrieked, horror etched across her face.

Arista clutched her mouth, unable to believe George had struck Khloe.

Nick’s pupils constricted in an instant.

He saw her sprawled at his feet, clutching her face, and his vision turned red with fury. Every nerve in his body snapped tight, threatening to break under the pressure of the scene.