Winner Takes All novel Chapter 550

As Mr. Ward spoke.

The atmosphere inside the ward suddenly became serious.

Jack felt cold all over, his head seemed to be exploding.

He didn’t refute Mr. Ward’s words because what he said was indeed the most terrible issue right now.

Being at the top of the pyramid, the Hughes family was already the strongest. It stood among the clouds and looked down at the other powerful families like ants.

A Long Thriving Noble Family which was even more powerful when compared to the Hughes family.

If they really wanted vengeance and pursue the matter to the end, it was going to be catastrophic for Jack.

It would undoubtedly be a “ death punishment from the heavens”!

Right now, it wasn’t about considering why someone from Powell Family wanted to kill Jack.

Instead, it was about worrying how to stay unscathed through the possible fury from the Powell Family and survive.

Even though, the person from of the Powell Family was not personally killed by Jack.

But it was reason enough that the person from the Powell Family wanted to kill Jack and died during the assassination process.

A man’s talent and wealthy might turn to be guilty sometimes.

What was more, right now it was not talent or wealthy, but a person from Powell Family.

“Huh…”

After a while, Jack exhaled heavily and looked at Mr. Ward, “Report it all to my father truthfully.”

There was none of his previous calmness and composure in his face, nor was there the pride in the ability to turn the tide.

This time, Jack really felt like the sky had fallen.

His current strength was simply not enough to bear the consequences of this incident.

He could only rely on his father.

“Okay!”

Mr. Ward got up and walked out.

The ward became deadly quiet.

After the conversation, Jack had a newfound understanding towards this world.

But it also made the air inside the ward feel frozen and faded, making him feel suffocated.

Brent had been already feeling dull.

What Mr. Ward had said was completely different form his own experiences over so many years. It was completely beyond his understanding.

From the beginning till the end, Brent had been similar to insects like ants.

“Are you afraid?”

Jack’s voice sounded in his ears.

Brent finally recovered. He subconsciously clenched his fists before picking up the glass, pouring himself a glass water. He drained it in one gulp.

Then he walked over to the sofa desolately and slumped down, rubbing his face ruthlessly.

Looking up at the ceiling for a few seconds, he sighed faintly, “I have never before felt how small I am.”

Jack twitched the corners of his mouth and forced an ugly smile.

Indeed.

Brent’s experience was rich enough, so much so that, even if his identity and status were both thrown away, it was still enough to overwhelm the richest man in the city.

Such existence, yet it was still small and powerless.

Ridiculous?

Not ridiculous!

Only frightening!

Even Jack himself felt this way.

He had strived very hard in order to put on the crown as the Hughes family patriarch, and to sit calmly on the position of the head of the family.

In his eyes, the Hughes family was already the extreme limit of power in the world.

However, now Mr. Ward had told him that something existed that was the same as the Hughes family, or even stronger.

For him, this was no different than his whole view of the world collapsing!

Brent looked at Jack, his gaze deep, “That master in the forest, was he harming you or helping you?”

He questioned unabashedly.

“I can’t! But you father reassures you to not worry.”

Mr. Ward lowered his voice to the lowest possible level, “In addition, this matter must be kept a secret. Except for us three living souls, the others who died will never reveal the secret.”

Jack’s body trembled as his brain exploded.

He suddenly remembered the dozens of people who worked for the Hughes family who participated in the search tonight.

Mr. Ward’s words were clearly pointing towards… silencing them for knowing too much.

In an instant, Jack’s mind was blown out of his skull.

His heart constricted fiercely.

That was… dozens of lives!

Mr. Ward seemed to know what was going on in Jack’s mind. He said in a deep voice, “Master, if you continued to be disturbed by such things, the soft-heartedness and mercy will only be reserved for the dead.”

Jack’s eyes flickered, his gaze changing continuously.

In the end, he looked up at Mr. Ward, “What about Lyndall?”

Mr. Ward hesitated for a few seconds.

Then he said, “When he wakes up, he doesn’t need to know about Powell Family. You, me or Brent cannot mention anything to him. We only need to see his attitude towards you, Master Jack. You saved his life. If he submits sincerely then he can live. If he is not sincere then Brent will kill him on the spot.”

With his words, the intention to kill rose cold and strong in the ward.

After Mr. Ward had left.

Only then Jack was able to recover. He smiled bitterly, “This is just like putting Lyndall’s life in his own hands and giving him a multiple-choice question to choose one between the two.”

Brent said, “Master, I think Mr. Ward is right about this matter. For your safety, the less people alive the better.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Brent comforted Jack, “We don’t want to kill him forcefully but rather give him the choice. Whether he lives or dies; it all depends on his mind.”

“What do you think he will choose?” Jack asked.

Brent expressions stiffened. He smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Jack rubbed his nose. His eyes were deep as he laid on the hospital bed looking up at the ceiling.

He mumbled softly and helplessly.

“Could it be… that under the gleaming throne, there are bound to be heaps of bones of the dead?”