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    Vincent stopped Westin in his tracks. His icy gaze immobilized Westin as he gripped his wrist firmly.


    Westin struggled fiercely, but he couldn’t free himself from Vincent’s hold. His face flushed a deep red.


    “Who are you? Let go of me!” he eximed. Vincent’s eyes pierced through Westin, making his legs go weak under the immense pressure they conveyed. It felt as though tons of weight were pressing down on his shoulders.


    Westincked the courage to meet that icy stare, as if Vincent saw nothing but a dead man before him.


    “Apologize!” Vincent demanded in a chilling tone.


    The butler stood as the sole remaining family member by Earl Poulos’ side. Having been loyal to the Earl for many years, he was pained to see the family showing such disrespect now that Earl Poulos was gone.


    Heather, witnessing the scene, rushed over in agitation. “Let go of my son!” she cried out.<fn52dc> Get full chapters from find{n}ovel</fn52dc>


    Jaxen blocked her path, raising an eyebrow. “So he is your son? It seems you haven’t taught him to behave properly,” he said sarcastically. “Then we’ll have to help you with that,” he added.


    Heather responded with fury, “Who are you people? This is a family matter. Get out of here immediately!”


    Jaxen, clearly annoyed, covered his ears. “Lower your voice. You’re bothering me,” he said disdainfully.


    “You!” Heather was speechless, her face turning an angry shade of red.


    Katelyn stood quietly on the side, watching the scene unfold.


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    Jaxen’s critique was blunt. Since Heather had not taught her son properly, they would step in to correct him.


    Vincent’s eyes revealed danger and coldness as he stared intensely at Westin. His grip tightened progressively, contorting Westin’s face in agony as he wailed continuously. “It hurts, it hurts! My hand is going to break. Let go!”


    Yet, Vincent coldly repeated, “Apologize!”


    Westin’splexion was flushed bright red, clearly indicating that Vincent was barely exerting any effort. If Vincent had applied even half his strength, Westin’s wrist might have been fractured.


    Overwhelmed with anxiety, Heather shouted fiercely, “I’ll have the bodyguards throw you all out!”


    She turned to the bodyguards standing nearby. “What are you all just standing there for?” she yelled. “Didn’t you hear me? Get rid of these people! They don’t belong here.”


    The bodyguards began to move but froze when the butler’s voice cut through the air. “These three are the Earl’s honored guests. Who would darey a hand on them?” His words stopped the bodyguards in their tracks.


    Heather turned to the butler, her teeth clenched. “You’re siding with them instead of me? After all my brother did for you?”


    The butler remained calm, unfazed by her outburst, as though he hadn’t heard her at all.


    Westin, now in unbearable pain, had tears streaking down his face. He could almost hear the cracking of his bones, imagining they might soon break under Vincent’s grip.


    Finally, Westin couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m sorry,” he whimpered. “It’s my fault. Please, my wrist can’t handle it anymore. It’ll break if you keep going.”


    Vincent nced over at the butler, who gave a slight nod. With that, Vincent released his hold.


    Heather rushed to Westin’s side, her eyes falling on the bright red mark on his wrist. Her teeth ground together in anger. “How dare youy a hand on us at my brother’s funeral? Even if he’s gone, he won’t forgive any of you!”


    Katelyn’s gaze locked onto them as she sneered. “Maybe for Earl Poulos, the worst part was having greedy family like you around.”


    Her words hit Heather and the others like a sharp p. They red at Katelyn, but no retort came to their minds.


    The butler then raised his voice. “The service will now begin!”


    Almost immediately, reporters flooded the area. At the back of the crowd, a man in sses and a ck suit stood out, capturing everyone’s attention.


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