The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 840

Callahan's voice was quiet, but every word felt like a shard of ice stabbing directly into Bagot's chest.

He paused slightly, his sharp eyes analyzing every micro-expression of panic on Bagot's face, before continuing in a tone that sounded almost like genuine, clinical advice.

"Seriously, Bagot. If you're this bored, I highly recommend checking yourself into a psychiatric ward to get your head evaluated."

"If you can't afford the medical bills for being this delusional, let me know. I'll cover the cost."

The fact that Callahan delivered the insult with total deadpan sincerity only made it a hundred times more humiliating.

Bagot choked on his next breath, his face turning an explosive shade of purple. He looked like a rooster being strangled as he stammered out a defense.

"Callahan! You... you... how can you talk to me like that?!"

"I'm trying to look out for you! I'm trying to help you, and you insult me?!"

"You really have lost your mind over this woman!"

He was the one who needed his head checked? No, Callahan was the crazy one! Throwing away his own blood relatives for some girl!

Of course, Bagot didn't have the guts to actually say that out loud.

"Looking out for me?"

Callahan repeated, as if it was the funniest joke he had ever heard. He took a slow, deliberate step forward.

With his towering height and imposing presence, that single step unleashed a wave of suffocating intimidation. Bagot's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively stumbled backward, his bravado shattering instantly.

Callahan looked down at him, his pacing slow and rhythmic, but his words hit like a hammer.

"You don't even believe that yourself."

"Do you honestly think Leilani is the reason our families don't get along? Are you really that blind?"

When had their two branches of the family ever actually gotten along?

In the past, Callahan had only tolerated Talbot and Reese out of respect for his grandfather. He had kept the peace simply because their petty schemes weren't worth his energy.

"I don't know what you're talking about! What did my dad ever say to you?"

"If you're going to accuse him, show me the proof! Don't just throw out vague lies and expect me to buy it!"

"Hah."

Callahan actually laughed, genuinely amused by Bagot's sheer, aggressive stupidity.

You couldn't explain winter to a bug that only lived till autumn.

What was the point of trying to reason with an idiot?

Losing the last shred of his patience, Callahan cut straight to the point.

"I don't give a damn if you believe me or not."

"Who the hell gave you the right to stand here and tell me how to run my life?"