Reborn to Burn Them All novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113

During a meeting at Chandler Group, Jonathan suddenly shuddered with an ominous premonition. Sure enough, as soon as the meeting ended, he received a call from Heather, who was pressuring him to draft his will.

Jonathan sighed impatiently, “Look, I’m swamped right now. We’re still dealing with all this online backlash, and I have no idea who’s behind this. Can we talk about it after I’ve sorted things out?”

Before Heather could respond, Sophia snorted impatiently, “See? He’s making excuses again.” Heather’s face darkened, and Sophia pressed on, “Go ahead, ask him if Wilbur is still working at the company.”

Heather asked as Sophia suggested.

Jonathan replied honestly, “We’re swamped with work at the company right now. I’ll definitely let Wilbur go once things settle down.”

Heather felt frustrated, especially when she met Sophia’s mocking smile. The sight instantly ignited a raging fury within her.

Heather snapped, “Jonathan, have you forgotten your promise to me? If you can’t keep it, why did you make it? Is it because you can’t let go of that bastard son of yours? Are you planning to leave all our family fortune to him?”

Jonathan rubbed his temples, exasperated. “What on earth are you talking about? I’m swamped right now. We’ll talk when I have time.” With that, he abruptly ended the call.

Heather stared blankly at her phone, her face frozen in shock.

Sophia added fuel to the fire, smirking, “Tsk, I knew you couldn’t trust a word that man says. Might as well just let it go–the Chandler family’s fortune is huge anyway. What’s the harm in giving a little away?”

“No way!” Heather’s bloodshot eyes blazed with fury as she snapped. “What right does that bastard have to lay claim to our family fortune?”

Sophia shrugged. “But Jonathan seems to rely heavily on Wilbur. After all, the fortune is his to give to whoever he pleases. It’s not like you can control or stop him.”

Heather’s lips trembled with rage, her face contorted in fury as she dialed her family. She wanted to pressure Jonathan and make sure Wilbur got a taste

of hell.

Meanwhile, Jonathan was indeed swamped–a crowd of furious parents had gathered outside Chandler Group, demanding answers. Led by Ingrid’s parents, who had even brought the media, they were vowing to get justice for Ingrid.

“Howard, come out now! Stop hiding like a coward! My daughter is still underage, and you incited her to take revenge on her own sister. You monster!”

Another parent said, “Same here. My daughter’s only fifteen! Because of Howard, she stole our money to buy his merchandise, and incited other kids to break the law. People like Howard should be canceled and thrown in jail so he can’t corrupt other children!”

“My daughter used to be such a sweet kid, but now she’s completely changed! She flies into rages at the slightest thing, hits her younger siblings, and spends all day acting paranoid, talking to herself. Howard ruined my daughter. He must answer this today!”

Furious parents gathered under the glare of news cameras, loudly demanding justice from Howard. Security guards rushed in, but it was no use–the chaos only escalated. In the pushing and shoving, no one could tell who threw the first punch.

“Security’s beating people!” someone suddenly shouted. Within moments, the guards and parents were locked in a violent scuffle, and the situation nearly escalated to the point of calling the police.

These parents utterly despised Howard. Whether they were truly seeking justice or just after a payout–only they knew for sure.

Jonathan nearly choked when he heard the commotion outside. Face flushed with fury and impatience, he barked at Wilbur, “Don’t just stand there! Go

handle it!”

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Chapter 113

Wilbur nodded and went downstairs to handle the parents. No one know how he did it, but he managed to calm them down and get them to agree to talk. The actual negotiation was Jonathan’s problem.

Even so, the footage captured by the media was posted online and instantly went viral, skyrocketing to the top of the trending lists.

Most netizens only knew that Howard had acid thrown at him, but had no idea how serious his injuries were. Now that he still hadn’t shown up, they felt it was unacceptable.

But Howard’s haters didn’t hold back. They jumped at the chance to unleash a fresh wave of cyberbullying.

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After three full days in a coma, Howard finally woke up. He was unable to speak, and blind in one eye.

His mind was a total blank at first. But in a flash, the searing agony of sulfuric acid eating into his flesh came rushing back. “Ah…” he gasped.

He realized he was wrapped up like a mummy, blind in one eye, and still couldn’t speak. He completely lost it.

Despite his injuries, he thrashed wildly on the hospital bed, desperate to scream but unable to make a sound. His one good eye was so bloodshot it seemed ready to weep blood at any moment.

The nurse immediately called for a doctor, who administered a sedative before he gradually calmed down.

“Howard, you’ve suffered,” Heather murmured, her eyes red–rimmed as she stood outside the glass wall of the sterile room. Helplessly, she pressed her palms against the cold surface, aching to reach out to him, tears streaming down her face.

“Don’t you worry,” Heather vowed fiercely. “We won’t let the one responsible get away with this. She’ll pay a thousand times over for what she’s done to

you.”

Sophia stood behind Heather with her arms crossed, her expression icy. A faint smirk curled her lips, its meaning known only to herself.

At that moment, the doctor called Heather over to update her on Howard’s condition. Howard was stable and could be moved to a regular ward. After the transfer, Heather bustled about attending to every detail, while Sophia found herself with nothing to do.

Sophia grabbed a chair and plopped down carelessly, holding half a watermelon. She dug in with a spoon and, between bites, asked in a cheerful tone, “So, Howard, how are you feeling now? Does it hurt?”

Howard stared daggers at her, his one good eye burning with raw hatred. He tried to move, but his battered body refused to obey–all he could do was let out a hoarse, helpless groan.

Sophia beamed, her smile bright but her eyes glinting with malicious glee and a hint of madness. “Must hurt like hell, right? That was sulfuric acid. Honestly, being wrapped up like a mummy isn’t the worst part. Once you heal, you’ll be rather hideous.

“But what can you do? This is just your karma coming back to bite you. The one who threw acid on you was your own deranged fan. Do you have any idea what netizens are saying about you?”

Sophia sneered, “Everyone online’s celebrating. They’re all saying you got exactly what you deserved. Karma’s a bitch, isn’t it?”

Howard couldn’t speak, his body limp from the sedatives. Only his hands trembled with fury and hatred.