The Born Winner (Jack and Katherine) novel Chapter 264

Grief lingered.

Everyone wept.

Jack hugged Sophie and clenched his teeth, but still, his tears were like rain.

Memories were like knives, and guilt was like a sword as if they were killing him slowly.

"Haha…dead, finally dead. The feeling of a ruined family, are you clear now?"

Samuel, who was held down on the ground, laughed loudly.

"Die, I want you to die!"

Jack was like a crazy. He fiercely turned his head with his eyes full red, as if he was a wild, bloodthirsty beast.

However.

A figure suddenly appeared in front of Brent and Samuel.

"Give it to me!"

Yael Quinn's face was as cold as the frost, and he directly grabbed the dagger from Brent's hand.

Then, leaned down.

Poof!

The dagger entered Samuel's undershirt.

Fresh blood splattered onto Yael's face, but his expression was still cold and stern to the extreme.

The cold voice echoed on the stage.

A heartbreaking sadness.

"When exactly did his mother offend you? You laid hands on a woman, so you should be broken into pieces!"

As he spoke, the dagger in Yael's hand madly stirred in Samuel's undershirt.

Even Yael's throat continued to emit a "ho-ho" sound, eyes were full red as if he was crazy.

Brent was stunned, looking at this scene.

Everyone was also stunned.

Such cruelty was like a devil on earth, frightened everyone.

No one expected that Yael would actually strike before Jack.

"Yael, stop. Quickly stop!"

Mr. Ward, despite his grief, looked terrified and pounced on Yael. He was hugging him from behind and desperately dragging him backwards.

But Yael was like a mad beast, pushing Mr. Ward to the ground, but the dagger in his hand did not stop at all.

A hoarse questioning voice, came from his throat, kept questioning, "Why did you kill his mother?"

"Brent, stop him!"

Mr. Ward shouted angrily.

Brent realized and kicked Yael away.

But Yael rolled over and climbed back up. He was about to pounce on Samuel again, who had long since lost his life.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of Yael.

"Jack, get out of the way!"

Yael, with red eyes, as if he was possessed, shouted angrily, "He killed your mother, he deserves to be broken into pieces!"

Bang!

Jack, who had a face full of tears, hugged Yael in his arms.

While sobbing, he said, "That's enough, bro."

"Not enough, it's not enough. He killed your mother! You mother is gone…" Yael struggled and howled.

Bang!

Jack hit the back of Yael's neck with a knife-hand strike.

Yael instantly fainted.

"Really…enough."

Jack's voice was incomparably low.

After handing Yael over to Mr. Ward to be looked after, he turned around and walked towards his mother's corpse.

After picking up Sophie, he sobbed and said, "Mom… I'll take you home."

However.

As Jack took a step, his body suddenly weakened. He instantly staggered and fell.

"Jack!"

The crowd was shocked by the scene and rushed towards him.

…

A week later.

Under Patrick's care, Sophie was buried.

In TM Villa District, people with mourning attire were all over the place.

The atmosphere was sorrow.

Everyone gathered in the living room, looking at each other with worry.

"This week, he has locked himself in his room?"

Patrick asked in a deep voice despite the exhaustion and sadness.

This week was from great joy to great sorrow. As the head of the family, he had too many things to work on, and did not even come to the villa. He hardly ever had a rest.

"It's been a week, and he only came out when Sophie was buried."

Bang!

Lifted his foot, and kicked open the door of the room outrageously.

The sound startled Amber, who was downstairs. She got up and wanted to go upstairs to check as she was worried.

But Patrick grabbed Amber's wrist, "Amber, don't be impulsive."

"But, I'm afraid…" Amber was worried.

As Jack's wife and suddenly encountered such a change, her pain was almost the same as Jack and Patrick.

But.

Mr. Ward smiled faintly, "Let Yael try. He and the young master are the same kind of person."

In the room.

It was extremely dark.

Thick curtains that blocked the sunlight, and there were only faint light between the curtains' gap.

The pungent smell of alcohol and smoke mixed together was extremely unpleasant.

There were also countless bottles and cigarette butts scattered on the ground.

Yael couldn't help but frown and kicked away a few alcohol bottles and walked into the room.

He saw that Jack was sitting perplexedly on the floor by the bed, holding an old yellowish photo, motionless.

Yael smiled and walked to Jack's side.

Bang!

Lighted two cigarettes, stuffed one into Jack's mouth, and then he also sat down.

He picked up a bottle of alcohol and said, "12 years old XO? You are so prodigal."

Jack did not speak or move.

Yael said, "You never smoke, but you have practised your smoking skill very well recently."

Jack still did not say anything, did not move.

In just a week, he was worn to the extreme.

The whole face was thin and disfigured, and there was even an indescribable "aura of death".

"Does it feel like you're in hell right now?"

Yael leaned on the edge of the bed, propped his hands on the bed, gripping a cigarette and said, "In fact, I once fell into hell just like you, but I climbed out, and I thought you and I were the same kind of person. However, it turned out to be different because you can't climb out of hell."

The silent room.

Two curls of smoke rose.

A low and depressed voice slowly sounded.

"Is that why you helped me kill him then?"