Queen Of Revenge And Glory (Victoria and Jackson) novel Chapter 222

Chapter 222

Ollie had no intention of wasting words with Donald. He warned coldly, “You’ll find out what Jackson wants oner you come with me. If you don’t want to get hurt again, you’d better not resist.”

“Fine. I’ll go with you!” Donald didn’t struggle. It was because he wasn’t intimidated in the slightest

While he was in the hospital, he finally figured it out. He thought, ‘All of Jackson’s crazy moves lately were just his way of lashing out because he felt unloved.

He was just mad that I always treated Cassian and Sibley way better than him.

‘It was just like his mother back then. Whether she was picking on Rachel or giving me a hard time, it was all to get my attention and affection.

Although Donald truly disliked Jackson’s mother and even Jackson himself, he thought it wouldn’t be so bad to swallow his pride if it meant getting back his old, good life.

An hour later.

“Sir, I’ve brought them here,” Ollie said as he got out of the car, signaling the bodyguards to shove Donald and Sibley outside the gazebo.

While they were waiting for Donald to show up, sleepiness washed over Victoria.

She gently leaned against a pillar of the gazebo, closing her eyes to rest.

A soft breeze brushed through her hair, bringing a hint of chill.

Jackson, worried she might get cold, took the blanket he’d been using to warm his legs and draped it over Victoria.

When she heard Ollie’s voice, Victoria slowly opened her eyes, gave a lazy yawn, and glanced toward the voice.

When she saw what was going on, a smirk played at her lips. “Didn’t expect the illegitimate daughter Sibley to show up, too. Perfect, now we can deal with both her and her dad at once and save ourselves the hassle.”

With that, she stood up and tucked the blanket back over Jackson’s legs. “Go ahead and do your thing, Jack. I’ll sit here and watch, promise I won’t get in your way.”

Jackson replied softly, “Okay.”

Sibley’s eyes widened in shock when she saw Cassian kneeling at Jackson’s feet. She blurted out, “Cassian, why are you kneeling in front of that useless Jackson?”

But before she could finish, Cassian spun around, panic flashing in his eyes. He growled under his breath. “Sibley, if you don’t want to die, shut up right now!”

Sibley felt wronged, but faced with her brother’s fierce glare, she kept quiet.

She glanced around anxiously, realizing they were in the middle of nowhere, completely deserted, not a soul in sight.

An unexplainable fear welled up inside her. ‘Is that damn cripple Jackson really planning to kill us to cover his tracks?” she wondered, her heart racing.

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She couldn’t help but shiver at the thought.

Sibley clung to Donald’s sleeve, looking up at him for a bit of reassurance.

“Dad…” she whispered.

Donald gave her hand a gentle pat, his voice warm and comforting. “Don’t be scared. I’m right here. As long as I’m around Jackson won’t lay a finger on you.”

The next moment, he turned to Jackson and snapped, “Jackson, you’ve punished your brother enough to vent your anger. Why did you call me here? What do you want from me now?”

Jackson stayed eerily calm in the face of Donald’s accusation. He spoke in a low, quiet voice, “Are you angry?

Donald’s eyes bulged with rage as he roared, “Shouldn’t I be angry? You rebellious boy, how dare you have your men beat up your own father? That’s outrageous!”

Jackson let out a laugh, but his eyes stayed cold. There was something downright sinister about his smile.

“Donald, I’m the one who should be angry. You fooled me for three years… No, to be exact, it’s been twenty–one years, Jackson said, his voice icy and sharp.

The

ars were just the time since Donald had brought that imposter Cassian home.

the fraud had alread

moment his own brother was ruthlessly sent away, and it had continued ever

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ly are you trying to say?”

neeling at his feet. “He’s not my brother, right?

t quickly regained his composure. “How many ti

have to tell you? He’s your own

down, his gaze icy. “Oh? Is that so? But Cassian al

pale as a sheet. He tried to act tough, but the fe

ed he’s not actually my brother.”

was obvious as he retorted, “Don’t try to

ed on, not letting up. “Trick you? Cassian already

pped, his neck rigid with anger. “Enough! Ca

ored him and kept pushing, “Who did

tted his teeth. “I told you, Cassian

gaze was icy cold to the bone

hat, he turned to Victoria

suppressed

out everything he knows. Now it’s your turn to

your crazy ideas already?”

to? Where is he now?”

Why do you refuse to believe me? You’re being ridiculous!”

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Donald clenched his fists, looking torn and clearly struggling

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As Donald hesitated, the two bodyguards roughly yanked Cassian’s arms op

“Dad! Are you seriously just going to let your own son die here?” Cassian cried out the mere hung with desperation

Donald’s face twisted with indecision, but he still couldn’t bring himself to say a wond

Just as Ollie was about to jab the needle under his fingernail, Cassian was trembling unconmilay Yo esse… Ja seep me… ah!”

Cassian’s scream echoed through the gazebo as the needle pierced his nail, the pain so hat he rout harey area

Sibley was terrified. She threw her hands over her eyes, not daring to look at what was happening ng nuf

“Dad, please… help me…” Cassian pleaded, his voice shaking with terror and desperation.

Cassian was already a wreck from the brutal beating he got after that stunt with the poisonous bugs and make a the engagement party. There was no way he could handle another round of torture.

Ollie had only jabbed needles under three of Cassian’s fingernails before Cassian couldnt take anymore inter mi from the pain.

Donald, having watched everything unfold, saw Cassian sprawled on the ground, barely conscious. His voNCE ALOK & TE called out. “Cassian…”

“Donald, are you really not going to tell me who you sold my real brother to?” Jackson pressed condly. Terpaling a your daughter’s up next.”

Sibley, panic–stricken, tugged desperately at Donald’s sleeve. “Dad, I don’t want to get stabbed. Please please el tum whe you sold his brother to…”

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