The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 880

If that didn't define a useless son, what did?

Hackett violently yanked his arm out of Zadie's grip. Still buzzing with rage, he leveled a finger directly at Josiah.

"And you! Especially you, Josiah!"

"We are in this gutter because of you!"

"If you had worked harder, if you had actually been paying attention to the market, we never would have lost the company!"

Josiah had just finished instructing the movers to load the final boxes into the van. Hearing the same exhausting, irrational blame-shifting he had endured his whole life, he just closed his eyes.

He took a long, steadying breath, forcefully swallowing the toxic wave of anger and betrayal burning in his chest. When he opened his eyes, he forced his voice to remain deadpan.

"Dad, I warned you about the market vulnerabilities months ago. Multiple times. You were entirely convinced you knew better and refused to listen to a word I said."

He had driven the car off a cliff, and now he wanted Josiah to take the fall for the crash.

Absolutely unbelievable.

Hackett remained completely impervious to logic.

"I am your father! How could I be wrong?"

"You were the General Manager! It was your literal job to fix the problems! So what if I made a mistake? You couldn't just handle it?"

"And now you're standing here, trying to make excuses for your own incompetence!"

Staring at the man, the very last flicker of Josiah's desire to argue simply died. It was pointless. He turned away from Hackett and looked at Zadie, who looked entirely shattered.

His voice softened. "Mom, please don't panic. The estate is gone, yes. But years ago, I bought a flat with my own personal savings. The deed is clear, and it’s completely shielded from the liquidation."

"You and Dad need a roof over your heads."

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