Queen Of Revenge And Glory (Victoria and Jackson) novel Chapter 278

Jackson nodded. “Yeah, let’s head straight to the sanatorium and confront Donald.”

Noticing that Victoria had ditched her usual small shoulder bag for a big backpack, Jackson’s eyes sparkled with a grin. “Looks like you’re all set to put the screws to Donald and get the truth out of him.”

Victoria hugged her backpack to her chest and gave it a light pat. “Absolutely. With a guy like him, you gotta have a few tricks up your sleeve.”

But then, Victoria mused, “Though honestly, with how tough Donald is, we might not even need to go that hard on him.”

Jackson just let Victoria’s comment slide, replying offhandedly, “Doesn’t matter either way. I’ve already ordered food–it’ll be delivered right to the sanatorium. We’ll eat first, then handle business.”

Victoria gave a cheerful nod, beaming. “Perfect! Gotta eat up if we want the energy to get things done!”

An hour later, they reached the sanatorium, nestled in the remote outskirts of Benwig City. The area was quiet, and the buildings bore crumbling, weathered marks–clear signs they’d stood for a long time.

Since they’d booked ahead, the director and a nurse came out to greet them and led them to the cafeteria. After their meal, he staff personally escorted them to Donald’s private suite.

As Victoria and Jackson reached the door to Donald’s room, they heard the sound of something ceramic breaking inside.

Smash!

‘George! Didn’t I tell you to bring my son here? Can’t you hear me?” Donald shouted.

Why isn’t my son here yet? Did you even tell him?”

Inside, George, the famous foreign psychiatrist, watched calmly as Donald knocked over the dishes. He didn’t look annoyed it all–just gave a faint smile. “Mr. Thornton, blowing your top every day is gonna take a toll on you.”

Donald was about to explode, glaring at the blond, blue–eyed George. “George, don’t forget–I’m shelling out big bucks for you to fix my kid, not me!”

George stayed patient. “But Mr. Thornton, you’re the one who needs help right now. Your son’s totally fine. If you keep ighting me on this, it’s gonna be tough for me to do my job.”

Donald snapped, “I’m totally fine! I don’t need your damn therapy! George, let me tell you–mess with me, and when I get out, you’re done for!”

Victoria swung the door open and stepped inside.

Hearing the door, both George and Donald immediately looked over.

As soon as Donald saw his son, his face broke into pure joy–he was so thrilled he nearly tried to jump out of bed, but the nurses on either side held him down, keeping him from moving.

“Jackson! My dear son! You finally came to see me! You’re here to take me home, aren’t you? Just look at me—I’ve been falling apart ever since I got locked up in this place! I’m your real father–how could you stand to let me suffer here like this? Donald cried out, his voice full of anguish.

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: Where was all

My now you only play the dad card when it suits you.”

Donald’s face turned stormy in an instant. He glared hard at Victoria and barked, “Stop talking nonsense! I never wanted to hurt Jackson! He’s the child I’m most proud of! Why would I ever go after him? That was all Cassian and Sibley being jealous and doing stupid things on their own!”

Jackson had Ollie push his wheelchair inside, then spoke in a calm, almost indifferent tone. “I’m here to give you one last chance. When you swapped my brother Cassian with your illegitimate son, who exactly did you sell my brother to?”

Donald shot back, his neck stiff with defiance, “I told you, I never sold your brother! And as for why Cassian isn’t your real brother, I’ve finally figured it out–it must’ve been Sibley’s mother, who did it behind my back! I swear, I had no idea!”

Victoria let out a mocking laugh. “Oh, you had no idea? Like Sibley’s mother could just pull off swapping her son with the real Cassian all by herself, without you saying yes? Do you really take us for fools?”

She paused, then went straight for the jugular. “Oh, you’re not actually treating us like idiots–you’re just terrified! You think as long as you keep denying it, Jack won’t go hard on you. But if you admit it, you’ll be left with nothing, living a life worse han death, am I right?”

Donald’s face grew even darker. “Jackson, don’t listen to her nonsense! She’s just a troublemaker who loves to stir up drama -if it weren’t for her, the Binder family wouldn’t be such a mess right now! Just look at how ruthless she is–she’ll stop at nothing, not even when it comes to her own parents. Do you really think someone like that has a conscience?”

If Jackson had felt even the slightest bit of compassion for Donald as his father before coming here, it vanished completely the moment Donald openly insulted Victoria in front of him.

“Vickie, please wait outside for a moment,” Jackson said softly.

Victoria blinked in surprise, giving her bag a little shake. “So, you don’t need me to put the screws to him and get the truth out?”

Jackson smiled. “No need, Vickie. I’ll personally take care of this.”

Victoria shrugged, totally unfazed. “I don’t have to leave, you know. I can handle it–no matter how bloody things get. But since you don’t want me here, then I won’t watch. I’ll wait outside.”

With that, she turned and walked out.

‘You all, please step out,” Jackson said to George and the two nurses.

George nodded, and he and the nurses headed out one by one.

Ollie closed the door behind them.

Now able to move freely, Donald sprang up from the bed, hurried over to Jackson, knelt down, and grabbed his hand, his voice full of desperation. “Jackson, you heard what I said, right? You sent Victoria out because you believe me, didn’t you?”

Jackson looked at the anxious middle–aged man before him and slowly withdrew his hand.

He was done wasting words on Donald. In a low voice, he said, “Ollie, let’s start with an appetizer.”

Donald froze. “Appetizer? Jackson, what are you trying to do?”

Olhe stepped forward, flicking a switchblade out from his sleeve as he moved toward Donald.

Ollie.

Donald stood up, locking his gaze on Ollie.

“Come on. Jackson, quit messing around. I’m your father–I don’t buy that you’d actually lay a finger on me!”

Before he knew it, Ollie was standing right in front of him.

“Let’s put this behind us, alright? I’ll help you look for your brother–whatever it takes, we’ll find him…”

But before he could finish, Ollie slammed a kick right into Donald’s stomach.

“Oof…” Donald grunted.

He doubled over, clutching his belly, curling up like a shrimp fresh out of boiling water. Just as he tried to say something. Ollie kicked him again, knocking him flat on the floor.

Ollie stomped hard on Donald’s chest, then crouched down and, with ruthless precision, slashed across the tendons in both of Donald’s wrists.

“Agh!” Donald howled.

His saream sounded just like a pig at the slaughterhouse.

He went pale from the pain.

His wrist tendons were severed completely.

Before Donald could even process the shock and agony, Ollie spun around, yanked up Donald’s pant leg, and, with the same ruthless precision, sliced through the tendons in his leg.

Donald let out another blood–curdling scream.

But Ollie didn’t give Donald a moment to recover. He clamped Donald’s jaw in a vice–like grip, forcing his mouth open.

With blood still dripping from the blade, Ollie pressed the knife right up to Donald’s