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Chapter 230 The Turn of the Wheel
Jasper stood in stunned silence. <i>Hell </i><i>no</i>–<i>gratitude</i>? <i>More </i>like I’ll never forget your massive kindness the kind <i>that </i><i>nearly </i>ruined me<i>! </i>
Thanks to Theresa’s brutal, underhanded maneuver, Jasper was suddenly a man without allies. <b>All </b><b>that </b>remained were his sister, his wife, and one loyal bodyguard.
He didn’t daresh out at Theresa, so he turned his fury on the traitors who had abandoned him.
“You ungrateful, backstabbing cowards! Karma’s real, and when ites back around, the Kerr family will rise again–and when that dayes, don’t you daree crawling back like dogs begging at my door! You won’t even get to see the d*mn door!”
Just then, his wife stammered, “I–I want to stay too. Can I?<b>” </b>
Jasper turned and looked at her. Then pped her. Hard.
He grabbed her by the arm, took his sister and thest bodyguard, and slunk off in defeat.
“Wait up!” Theresa called after them.
Jasper froze at the sound of her voice. His shoulders stiffened. “Don’t push your luck. You’ve already stolen my entire security team–what more do you want?!”
“I forgave you,” Theresa said coolly. “But my guy hasn’t.”
She yanked Quentin out from behind her. “Apologize to him. You’re not going anywhere until he says <b>so</b>.
At that moment, Quentin’s whole face lit up. He looked at the girl in front of him–<i>at </i>least a head shorter than he was–and smiled with a warmth that only grew brighter.
Across from them, Jasper and the others looked like they’d swallowed something rotten. The same boy they used to trample on, humiliate, call names without hesitation… And now? They had to apologize to him?
“Don’t waste time,” Theresa said. “You only get one chance.”
“I’m sorry!” Rose blurted out first. “Quentin, I was wrong! I shouldn’t have called you trash or a worthless freak. I’m the one who’s garbage–please forgive me! Just let me go!”
Jasper’s wife hesitated, then followed suit. “Quentin, I used to look down on you. I went along with Rose when she mocked you. I was wrong. I’ll never do it again–please forgive me!”
But the one who had to choke down the biggest piece of pride was Jasper himself.
He was a true–born grandson of the Kerr family, and now he was forced to grovel before the illegitimate child of a mistress.
Now this was karma..
“Quentin,” he said, jaw tight, “I was wrong. I shouldn’t have mocked you, or joined in when the others bullied you. My whole family was wrong. Please… for your father’s sake, just let us go.”
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Quentin’s expression finally softened. The cold fury on his face ebbed away.
“Go,” he said with a casual wave.
Theresa raised a brow. “That’s it? You feel better now?”
Quentin turned to her with a rare smile. “Yeah”
In truth, he hadn’t heard a single word they said. From the very beginning, he’d never taken thern seriously.
He didn’t care what they had to say. The only thing he cared about… was what Theresa wanted. And how to y the role she wanted him to y.
“Thank you, Beautiful,” he said. “I’m really happy.”
Theresa stared at him, unsure whether to believe it. “You’re really grateful?”
“Of course.”
“I don’t know if I believe that.”
Quentin’s smile grew even wider. “Gratitude’s in the heart. I’ve already ced it there. <b>If </b>you want proof, watch what I do next.”
Theresa gave him a long look.
Seriously? Like hell he ced anything “in his heart.” She wasn’t blind–she could see that little progress bar still hovering right where it was.
If this was what gratitude looked like, then she might as well be imagining things.
Quentin–he wasplicated. Cold. So cold it was bone–deep.
Anyone else would have remembered her help. Anyone else would’ve been moved after everything she’d done.
Aside from the handful of times she’d beaten him, she’d treated Quentin just like Kyle, Tyger, or Elias- giving him the same respect.
But it was like he didn’t even have a heart. No matter what she gave him, nothing ever seemed to make it inside.
Charming and bright on the outside. But inside? A frozen void.
“Whatever,” she muttered. Everyone had their ws. There had to be some weakness in there somewhere.
“Let’s eat!” Den called out, breaking the tension as the Kerr family finally left. He waved the others over. to the makeshift dining area.
Their camp, as the host of this round’s assembly, had pulled together a generous spread.
Each table had four dishes and a soup, served with steaming tes of pasta.
Chapter 230 The Turn of the Wheel
The dishes were: stir–fried cured meat, stir–fried ham, stir–fried pickled vegetables, and stir–fried instant noodles. The soup was made from a mix of dried vegetable packets.
The instant noodles and dried veggie packs had been bartered from Theresa, while the cured meat, ham, and pickles had been part of the supplies looted from thest urban raid.
All the fresh food in the city had spoiled, but the cured goods? Still perfectly edible.