Chapter 253 A Lesson He’ll Never Forget


    Ste was still walking along the main road toward the main building when she heard the miserable scream. She shuddered Instinctively.


    Then, she let out a breath of relief.


    Still screaming… that means Abraham didn’t kill Jonathan–though he probably lost half his life.


    Meanwhile-


    Jonathan clutched his injured hand in agony. <b>Abraham </b>nced at the barrel of his gun and spoke with a voice as cold as death. “Two years ago, it was this hand you used to throw her, wasn’t it?”


    Jonathan said nothing.


    At that <b>moment</b>, his heart seized in his chest.


    Hearing Abraham’s words, he couldn’t help but remember- he was talking about the time Ste and Lilian had sherl.


    The scene had been chaotic back then. In a fit of rage, he had grabbed Ste and thrown her aside.


    She had hit the corner of a cab, and her face had gone pale.


    The incident had been so chaotic. How <b>had </b>Abraham found out?


    Did Ste tell him?


    Or was Abraham using this shot to avenge that moment?


    Jonathan’s breathing grew rapid and uneven.


    Before he could say a word, Abraham raised the gun again, aiming it at Jonathan’s other hand.


    “This hand… you tried to p her with it, didn’t <b>you</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>


    Jonathan’s breathing hitched.


    He shook his head frantically. “No, I didn’t.”


    He hadn’t managed to hit Ste at all–she had been like a little tiger back then, stirring up the entire scene.


    Aside from the one time he had thrown her <b>and </b>injured her, he had neverid a hand on her.


    Staring at the muzzle of the gun pointed at him, Jonathan’s breathing grew even more ragged. “Mr. Abraham, she’s still my


    sister. 1-


    Bang-


    Another gunshot.


    Jonathan’s scream <b>tore </b>through the air. The rest of his words died in his throat.


    Meanwhile, Ste had already reached the main building. Because of the <b>distance</b>, she hadn’t heard Jonathan’s <b>screams </b><b>only </b>the gunshot<b>. </b>


    Hearing it, her heart jolted.


    Did Abraham really end up killing him?


    Ste didn’t care about Jonathan’s life.


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    Just as she stepped outside, boots crunching in the snow, Abraham returned with Abel following behind.


    The man stood tall in his long coat, blending into the snowyndscape like he belonged to the winter itself–cold, noble. and untouchable.


    Seeing Ste rushing out in her fluffy slippers, Abraham frowned. “What’s the rush?”


    Ste hurried toward him, snow crunching loudly under her feet.


    She tugged at his coat. “Did you… kill him?”


    Abraham raised an eyebrow. “Ste’s worried?”


    “No! I’m just worried you might get in trouble.”


    This wasn’t like Fleule the rules here were very different.


    When Ste spoke, her tone was filled with concern- but not for Jonathan.


    <b>Jonathan’s </b>life meant nothing to her.


    She only cared whether Abraham would face any consequences.


    The coldness between Abraham’s brows eased at her <b>words</b>. He scooped her up into his arms without warning and strode back inside.


    “Next <b>time </b>you <be </b>out without bundling up, see what I do to you


    “But you Ste started.


    Those people… death would be to


    easy for them,” Abrahamn said coldly.


    Ste was silent.


    Too easy!


    So he’s aiming for a fate worse than death?


    And sure enough, just as Abraham said right now, <b>Jonathan </b>was in such agony that death would’ve been a mercy.


    In the car on the way to the hospital-


    Jason was driving.


    Earlier, Jason hadn’t known what had happened inside. But after hearing the gunshots, he had rushed over and seen Ethan dragging a bloodied Jonathan out.


    <b>Inside </b>the car, Jonathan groaned and whimpered in <b>pain </b>the entire time.


    His right arm was wounded, and a bloody hole gaped in the palm of his left hand.


    Both hands were effectively <b>destroyed</b>.


    Ethan had wrapped the wounds tightly with a piece of clothing.


    “How much longer to the hospital?”


    Jonathan’s voice trembled with pain, his body numb.


    The agony reached deep <b>into </b>his heart–every beat felt like it was tearing him apart.


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    Jason felt a chill run down his spine.


    But he didn’t dare speed up. Especially not now they were driving along a coastal road. One wrong move and they could plunge straight <b>into </b>the sea.


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