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Breck, still wearing the explosive cor, shot a furious re at Katelyn.
“What have you done to my daughter?” he snarled.
Katelyn’s mind shed back to the day at the restaurant, when Elora had been visibly distressed. Her condition had been critical, demanding urgent medical intervention. Without it, she risked descending into madness.
Katelyn replied coldly, “I simply helped your daughter face some hard truths.”
“Do you realize she’s my only child? She’s everything to me!”
In a surge of anger, Breck swiftly pulled a handgun from his pocket and pointed it at Katelyn.
“My daughter was fine before, now she’s mentally disturbed and hospitalized—all because of you. Bartley wouldn’t have left her if not for your interference!”
Breck was teetering on the edge. He had always tolerated his daughter’s spoiled and reckless behavior, never anticipating it would lead to this. He hadn’t even gotten his revenge on Katelyn, yet here she was, standing before him.
Immediately, Vincent and Jaxen stepped forward to shield Katelyn.
Vincent’s voice was calm but cautionary. “You need to be questioning Bartley about your daughter’s emotional turmoil. Ask him what he did to her.”
Breck’s hand shook as he gripped the gun, his voice thick with fury. “They were fine until Katelyn showed up in Yata. This is all her doing.”<fnb0a3> This content belongs to Find★Novel</fnb0a3>
Jaxen rolled his eyes, clearly exasperated with Breck. “Old man, can’t you understand simplenguage? We’ve made it clear—your daughter’s problems are with her fiancé. What does that have to do with us? We ought to be questioning your daughter about why she orchestrated numerous assassination attempts. What’s the story behind that?”
Jaxen was well aware of Elora’s previous actions by now. He could confidently say that, of all the women he knew, Elora was the most temperamental and irrational.
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This was clearly an issue between Elora and Bartley, yet she refused to self-reflect and instead targeted innocents. If Katelyn had actually sabotaged their rtionship, Elora’s relentless bacsh might have been justified. But Katelyn had been meless all along, consistently maintaining her distance from Bartley, who relentlessly pursued her.
Ultimately, Elora proved to be fragile and self-centered. Despite recognizing Bartley’s true character, shecked the courage to part ways with him and confront the consequences of her own decisions.
Breck’s hand trembled with increasing intensity, his voice emerging through clenched teeth.
“If you don’t step aside, you’re all going down with her.” He cocked the gun, poised to shoot at any moment.
Yet Vincent and Jaxen stood firm, unyielding. Behind them, Katelyn felt a swell of warmth in her heart. Regardless of the situation, they were prepared to shield her without hesitation. She reciprocated their bravery.
Katelyn moved from behind Vincent and Jaxen, directly confronting Breck’s gun.
“There’s a simple way to uncover the truth. No need for threats with a gun. I’m open to addressing any doubts, but I refuse to tolerate baseless usations.”
Breck’s eyes zed with fury.
“My daughter’s mental health is severelypromised. How is she supposed to face you? But once you’re gone, she’ll definitely get better.”
Vincent, observing the situation, stopped speaking and drew his firearm, positioning it firmly against Breck’s temple.
“If you shoot, I’ll take you down alongside her.”
The butler, witnessing Vincent’s decisive move, quickly leveled his own weapon.
“Lower that gun! Now!”
Jaxen, with a scornful expression, snorted dismissively.
“So what if we don’t? We’ve all got just one life. If ites down to it, we’ll all end it together.”
At that moment, the tension in the first-floor hall was palpable.
Breck had his weapon trained on Katelyn, while Vincent’s was pressed to Breck’s head, and the butler had his aimed at Vincent.
Three individuals, each with a gun, none backing down. Breck clenched his teeth in rage, a menacing re in his eyes. Suddenly, he raised his hand.
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