Chapter 403



Jake settled down with Sophie still nestled in his arms. “She may not be my daughter, but I am committed to her protection. Her mother is Kallie, whom you surely recognize. Should Kallie intervene, her actions would be far more severe than mine.”

“Is she really Kallie’s daughter?” Dean gasped in disbelief.

He turned abruptly, his anger misdirected toward his mistress, whom he struck harshly. “Fool, you’ve entangled us in serious trouble! Didn’t you claim her family was destitute, with only an elderly grandfather?”

His mistress, filled with regret, scrambled to justify her mistake. “I’ve only seen an old man pick her up daily. How was I to know…”

She trailed off, realizing too late that there was a powerful individual protecting Sophie.

The revelation shook Dean to his core. Mr. Jack was not someone to cross lightly, and now they were entangled in a mess.

In a fit of misguided rage, Dean dragged his son toward him and shoved the latter against the broken glass. His son cried out in pain.

“I’m sorry! It’s entirely my fault. I failed to discipline my son properly. Please, don’t take this to heart; we meant no harm,” Dean pleaded, desperation evident in his tone.

Then, turning to Sophie with a forced smile and a soothing voice, Dean said, “Good girl, see? He has apologized to you. Can you forgive us? We truly didn’t mean to upset you. I’ll buy you whatever you like—beautiful clothes, toys, anything you want.”

Dean hoped his apologies and promises might mitigate the situation, underestimating Sophie’s perceptiveness despite her young age.

Sophie was unswayed, her expression resolute as she responded, “You’re the one who should be apologizing. They might have brought me here and been unkind, but it was you who hit me.”

Dean was taken aback by Sophie’s assertiveness, a clear reflection of her maturity and her mother Kallie’s influence, who had always been stubborn and headstrong.

Jake’s gaze on Dean was filled with disdain. “Do you really think you can fool her just because she’s a child? Dean, look at what you’ve become. Today, you will face consequences to learn from this.”

Dean tried to console himself that it was a mere coincidence. Jake, decisive as ever, contacted Stan without hesitation. “Mr. Reeves, it’s been some time. Do you recognize my voice?”

Stan replied, wary yet curious, “Who is this?”

“Mr. Jack. Ring any bells?”

Recognition dawned on Stan, and his manner changed immediately. “Of course, I have heard of you. What can I do for you?”

Jake outlined the situation to Stan, his voice dripping with irony. “Dean is, after all, a Reeves. Despite his misconduct toward my goddaughter, I must tread carefully. A direct reprimand could invite accusations of me bullying Dean.”

Stan laughed lightly, brushing aside the concern. “No need to worry. Dean has long been a source of discord. It’s high time the Reeves family cut ties. I hadn’t anticipated he’d sink this low, though. Mr. Jack, your testimony will do. I’m officially severing his ties with the Reeves family. No more cleaning up his disasters for him.”

Jake cleverly set his phone to speaker, ensuring Dean caught every word of the damning conversation. The words hit Dean like a blow, igniting his rage. He snatched the phone, his voice seething through the line, “You’re the one who should be kicked out, Stan! Remember, I’ve got enough dirt to bury us both. If I’m going down, you’re coming with me!”

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