Queen Of Revenge And Glory (Victoria and Jackson) novel Chapter 279

“Donald, if you don’t speak up now, you might as well never speak again,” Jackson said, his voice icy and detached, like a judge from hell–utterly devoid of emotion.

Donald had always believed his son would never dare to touch him, but now, terror flooded his heart. He suddenly realized that the son who had tolerated him time and again was now a stranger–unrecognizable, cold, and merciless.

“I’ll talk! I’ll talk!” Donald cried out in agony, desperation and pleading thick in his voice. “But you have to promise me–if I tell you, you won’t lay another finger on me…”

Jackson’s expression didn’t change at all–he stayed as cold as ever. His gaze was cold and piercing, locked onto Donald, making anyone shiver.

‘Do you really think you’re in any position to bargain with me?” Jackson’s words were like a blade, cutting through Donald’s last hope without mercy.

Donald’s face turned ghostly pale. He knew he was cornered. His voice trembled as he pleaded, “I’m not bargaining with you, Jackson. I’m begging you–please, because I’m your father, just let me live!”

At that moment, Donald finally saw his situation clearly. He no longer cared about his status or wealth–all he wanted was ust to stay alive.

Jackson paused for a moment, his voice cold as ice as he finally said, “Talk.”

Donald didn’t dare stall any longer. Fighting through the pain, he confessed, “Back then, I handed your brother over to a woman who made her living trafficking kids. I told her to sell him as far away as possible–ideally, to some out–of–the–way village down south.”

‘You know how those poor villages are–they’re desperate for a boy to keep the family name going. So your brother probably didn’t have it too bad there.”

‘Not too bad…? Donald, you’ve got some nerve. He could’ve grown up living a life of privilege and comfort, and you call what he got ‘not too bad?” Jackson’s words came out through gritted teeth, barely holding back his rage.

Ollie pulled the knife away from Donald’s mouth and, without hesitation, slammed it straight into the back of Donald’s right hand.

‘So? I was going to cut your tongue out, but now I’ve only stabbed your hand. Does that count as ‘not too bad‘ to you too?” Jackson shot Donald a cold, contemptuous glare.

Donald was too busy screaming in agony to even try to argue back.

Once Donald’s screams finally died down a bit, Jackson asked again, “Which village did you sell my brother to?”

Donald shook his head, tears streaming down his face. “I swear, I really don’t know which village the trafficker took your brother to. The trafficker never tells the seller who the buyer is–they’re afraid the seller might regret it and try to take the

kid back.”

Donald didn’t dare lie.

He really had no idea which village his brother had been sold to.

Right then, Jackson looked at his own father like he was staring at a mortal enemy–not only was there no trace of affection, but a storm of hatred burned in his eyes.

“Tell me about the trafficker.” Jackson said coldly.

“All I know is… people called her the Tooth Lady. She was in the business of selling kids, and she had these two big fake gold teeth right in front. She never stayed in one place for long. Back then, she was already in her forties or fifties. It’s been over twenty years now–I have no idea if she’s still doing this kind of thing.”

Donald finished, his voice shaking. Then he begged desperately, “Jackson, I’ve told you everything. Please, just let me go. I swear, I’ll never cross you again. I’ll be a real father to you, I promise.”

Jackson had gotten all the answers he wanted.

He knew there was nothing else worth hearing from Donald, so he just gave him a frosty glare. “If I find my brother and he’s unharmed, maybe I’ll let you keep your arms and legs and rot away in a nursing home. But if I can’t find him, get ready to spend the rest of your days crippled, deaf, and mute–locked up somewhere so hellish you’ll beg for death, but it’ll never

come.”

With that, Jackson ignored Donald’s pathetic begging and told Ollie, “Get the nurse to patch up his hands and feet for now.”

‘Got it,” Ollie nodded.

Donald broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. “You can’t do this to me! No matter what I’ve done, I’m still your father. How could you raise your hand against your own dad? People will say you’re heartless, and your grandfather would never stand for this…”

Just let me go this once, I promise I’ll be a real father to you. I’ll make up for all the years I wasn’t there for you…”

But the only answer he got was the sound of the door slamming shut.

Outside the door, Victoria was slouched against the wall, bored stiff. Her eyes drifted around aimlessly until they finally settled on her bag.

She crouched down, opened her backpack, and started pulling out a bunch of strange, oddly–shaped tools, laying them out on the floor one by one. These were the torture instruments she’d prepared ahead of time.

Victoria toyed with the tools, clearly fascinated, examining each one in detail–almost as if she were admiring priceless works of art.

She didn’t look up until she heard the door open.

“Finished already?” Victoria arched her eyebrow.

The soundproofing in the nursing room was decent, but Victoria could still catch some muffled screams from inside.

Jackson sure didn’t hold back,‘ Victoria thought.

Jackson closed the door behind him, his face unreadable. He just gave a nonchalant “mm” and said, “Once he realized I was actually willing to cripple him, he spilled everything.”

Victoria packed the torture tools back into her bag, her movements quick and efficient. “Honestly, you should’ve done this ages ago. Donald’s not the kind of father who deserves your mercy.”

Jackson let out a bitter laugh. “Yeah, all that mercy I showed him just put my brother in danger for even longer.”

Victoria zipped up her bag, fixed her gaze on Jackson, and asked earnestly, “So, do you have any leads on your brother now?”

Jackson shared the clues he’d managed to extract from Donald.

“The Tooth Lady, huh… and she’s not exactly young,” Victoria said after thinking it over. “I’ll help you dig into her background. With any luck, we’ll have some clues about your brother soon.”

Jackson picked up her hand, gently running his fingers across the back. He sighed, “Vickie, ever since we met, you’ve always had my back. Honestly, I feel like I haven’t done much for you at all.”

Victoria grinned, unfazed. “If you’re feeling guilty, just wait till we find your brother and tie the knot. Then you can pay me back–big time.”

Jackson caught her drift, his heart giving a little jolt. He couldn’t help but laugh. “Deal, Vickie. Just watch–I’ll make it worth your while.”

Angelica had just gotten out of her face surgery, and her face was still covered in bandages–only her eyes and nose showed.

She was escorted by two bodyguards Nathan had arranged to a well–known finishing school for socialites in Benwig City.

The school was located right in the heart of Benwig City’s busiest district, with lavish decor and a classy vibe.

‘Mrs. Tooth, we’ve brought the person Mr. Clark asked for,” one of the bodyguards said as they entered a spacious, well–lit office, addressing the middle–aged woman sitting on the sofa.

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