Winner Takes All novel Chapter 802

It was so quiet along the corridor that one could hear a pin drop.

Mr. Ward and Brent forcibly suppressed their feelings to maintain their composure as they were afraid of affecting Jack’s mood.

The seconds ticked by…

Jack started to frown and his expression revealed the bitterness within him. His gaze began to turn gloomy…

As the seconds passed, he started to exude a bone-chilling aura. It was as if countless needles pierced every inch of Mr. Ward and Brent’s skin. The feeling became increasingly intense. Mr. Ward and Brent suddenly felt that something was amiss when they noticed that Jack started to tremble as his hands gripped the bench so tightly that the veins on his hands throbbed. Both Mr. Ward and Brent were shocked and Mr. Ward stood up at the critical moment and remarked, “Master!”

Mr. Ward’s voice was thunderous and reverberated along the corridor.

Jack was startled and raised his head to look at Mr. Ward and asked, “Mr. Ward, what’s wrong?”

Jack had not noticed his reaction but his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

“Master, what were you thinking of just now?” Mr. Ward was shocked and asked.

Brent was also puzzled. Both of them knew that Jack had two sides of him and according to Jack’s mood and reactions, he was barreling towards losing his self-control. If they unleashed Jack’s dark side, then it would be difficult to go back to the current state. But how could simple memories trigger him to such an extent?

“I was just recalling my youth, the conditions were very bad…” Jack managed a smile but Mr. Ward and Brent could tell that Jack had many painful pasts.

Jack’s painful expression made Mr. Ward and Brent’s heartache.

If Jack’s childhood memories could drive him to the edge, then … how dark was his childhood? Before Jack revealed his dark side, he could still suppress the painful childhood memories. But now that he had this side to him, he had developed a threshold but when this threshold was broken, he might very well lose control of himself.

Although he had a threshold, it was not something that an ordinary person could surpass. But each time Jack thought of his childhood days, it would put him down the path towards darkness…

“Master, about your childhood…” Mr. Ward’s eyes turned red and tears welled up.

“I thought of that stormy day when my mother and I wandered the streets and even fought with stray dogs over a biscuit.”

“And about a New Year’s day when all other families were celebrating joyously while my mother and I were curled up in a rotten shack.”

“That was when I started to have memories and I couldn’t imagine what my mother had gone through over those years.” Jack said as his eyes turned red, smiled bitterly, and continued, “Oh yes, at three years old, I already started to go through the rubbish bin to pick up bottles to sell. At five years old, I was beaten up until I broke my leg all because of a bottle of mineral water. I was even tossed into the rubbish pile thereafter…”