William froze for a moment, a flicker of guilt in his eyes. But he still steeled himself and replied, “No one told me to do it. I did it on my own!”
“You’re not willing to tell me, huh?” Gregory casually picked up the fruit knife on the table and toyed with it in his hand.
The sharp tip of the knife reflected a cold gleam under the light, casting a chilling glow on William’s face. When he saw that, his body trembled.
William kept swallowing, cold sweat already soaking his back. He knew the man in front of him was capable of absolutely anything.
Still, he stubbomly said, “I told you. No one told me to do it”
Before he could finish speaking, Violet was dragged over. “Ah!”
The moment the knife in Gregory’s hand shifted toward Violet, William panicked, “What the hell are you trying to do? I already told you everything. What, are you going to kill us now?”
“Nope, I’m not going to kill you. Death would be a relief. Why would I let you off that easily?” Gregory responded as he played with the knife.
He traced the tip of the knife lightly over William’s chest, and William’s entire body tensed up, as if even his breath had frozen. “There are many ways to kill someone. This knife doesn’t have to go through your heart,” Gregory whispered like the devil.
By the time they left the Jacobson residence, the moon was already high in the night sky.
Gregory wiped the blood from his hands with a handkerchief, his expression twisting in disgust.
Theo noticed his expression. “You could’ve let someone else handle this kind of thing. Why bother doing it yourself?”
Gregory didn’t respond, his face dark and brooding.
Theo knew Gregory had a thing about cleanliness–he’d always hated getting blood on his hands. Since he got them dirty this time, it meant he was already on the edge of rage.
“I didn’t expect it either. Mr. Sinclair Senior said he would let Anathea go, but it’s obvious that he wants her gone completely.”
Gregory had shown the utmost respect to Lennox, yet the latter still refused to let Anathea go.
Now, Theo felt that Gregory was right to lock Anathea in the villa. Otherwise, Lennox might try to do something else to her.
“It’s not just about her,” Gregory said, his eyes narrowing, his tone cryptic.
“What?” Theo didn’t understand.
Gregory didn’t answer.
“So, what are you going to do now?” Theo asked cautiously.
After all, Lennox was Gregory’s grandfather. He’d nurtured and valued Gregory from a young age.
Lennox had even been planning to bypass Holden and appoint Gregory as the next head of the family. Choosing between that position and Anathea… It must be an incredibly difficult choice for Gregory.
Theo looked at Gregory, wanting to know his answer.
Gregory lifted his eyes and looked up at the full moon hanging in the sky, his eyes growing darker. “He’s been in that position long enough. It’s time to change that.”
Chapter 368
+25 BONUS
So, it was true. Theo understood now. In Gregory’s eyes, being the head of the family still mattered more. It wasn’t worth turning on Lennox just for Anathea.
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