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    Austen’s fist shot forward,nding a powerful punch directly in Westin’s chest. “Bang!” Westin was sent crashing into the wall, blood spurting from his mouth. No one saw iting—Austen’s attack was swift and brutal.


    That single punch left Westin sprawled on the floor, unable to get up.


    Jaxen watched the chaos unfold with a smirk. “He had iting. He asked for this himself,” hemented.


    Years of intense training had transformed Austen into a ruthless force. Unlike Vincent, who valued control, Austen was taught to eliminate threats swiftly and effectively.


    Heather stood frozen for a moment, before screaming and rushing to Westin’s side. “Westin, are you alright? Don’t frighten me like this!”


    Blood poured from Westin’s mouth, his shock evident as he weakly reached toward Austen. He tried to speak, but instead, more blood flowed, silencing his words. His hand fell limp, lifeless, hitting the floor with a dull thud.


    Heather’s scream shattered the silence again, as adrenaline surged through her, filling her with a desperate, frantic energy. But the harsh reality was that Austen’s blow, delivered with the skill of an assassin, had struck Westin’s heart.


    Katelyn hurried to Westin’s side to check for signs of life. After a brief moment, she let out a sigh of relief. “He’s still alive; he just passed out.”


    The situation was dire. Had Austen’s blow been fatal, the consequences would have been severe.


    Katelyn tried to calm the anxious onlookers, offering them only part of the truth. While Westin was still alive, the damage was done, and the future consequences of such a blow to the heart were uncertain.


    Heather, however, was beyond reason. Her eyes zed with fury as she red at Austen. “You’ll regret this! I promise you won’t have an easy end!”<fn0585> The source of th?s content is Find★Novel</fn0585>


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    Austen’s face remained cold, void of any emotion except a chilling resolve. “Say another word, and you’ll meet the same end as your son.”


    Heather’s eyes widened in terror, and she mped her mouth shut, knowing all too well the truth behind his threat.


    However, upon seeing Westin unconscious, Heather yelled, “How could you do this to us? I’m your aunt!”


    “Aunt? I’ve never had an aunt!” Austen’s fists clenched, the crackling sound of his knuckles echoing through the tense air. His only true family was histe father.


    At that moment, the butler stepped forward. “Mrs. Reynolds, let’s not forget that you severed your rtionship with His Lordship over forty years ago. You coveted this castle, and when he refused to give it to you, you even considered burning it down. And then you did, setting the fire in the back garden.”


    The butler’s words exposed a long-hidden past.


    Katelyn and the others were stunned. Despite their recent visits to the estate, they had never ventured into the back garden.


    At this revtion, the reporters in the crowd began to murmur amongst themselves, their expressions shifting to scorn. “So, she’s the one who set the fire?” one whispered. “I remember that fire caused a huge uproar and even resulted in a death.” Another reporter added, “After that incident, Earl Poulos denied almost all visitors.”


    The entire town of Yata still remembered the scale of that fire. Earl Poulos hadpensated the families who lost loved ones, but the incident had left an indelible scar on his reputation.


    Even today, remnants of the fire could still be seen in the back garden. With her past now exposed, Heather felt both shame and anger rising within her.


    “I made that mistake when I was young,” she stammered, her voice shaky. “I’ve faced the consequences and changed for the better. Doesn’t that earn me a chance at forgiveness?”


    The butler scoffed, hisugh cold and biting. “Redemption? People died in the fire you set, and now you’re talking about forgiveness?”


    “You—!” Heather was left speechless, her anger boiling over.


    At that moment, the medical team arrived to transport Westin. Heather remained rooted in ce, her eyes fixed on Austen with burning intensity. “How do you prove your familial connection to my brother?” she demanded.


    Before Austen could respond, Addison stepped forward, holding up another piece of paper. “Silence, please. The second document is about to be read!” he announced.


    The room fell into an immediate hush. A second document? What could it be?


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