Chapter 519



Edgar nodded, his voice dropping as he stepped closer. “It was Jenny. Do you still have the strength? She targeted both you and Sophie. Mr. Reeves insisted we deal with her harshly, but I think he’s been too severe.”

Edgar’s words had barely faded when Kallie, struggling, pushed herself to sit up. “Take me there,” she stated hurriedly.

Outside, in the limousine parked near the hospital, Jenny was sprawled on the floor, her body smeared with blood. She appeared lifeless, except for the slight rise and fall of her chest. Beside her, Jake sat staring down with a look of lethal intent. Despite having already tormented Jenny, his rage hadn’t subsided. Memories flooded back as Kallie and Sophie were rushed to the hospital, gasping for breath, their faces ashen. The sight had torn at his heart.

Jenny was like a cornered viper, dangerous and unpredictable. As long as she was alive, she posed a constant threat, always ready to strike back or flee, endangering others even while restrained. Aware of her precarious condition, Jenny taunted Jake, her voice a harsh whisper, “Kill me if you dare. Murder is a crime, you know. If you kill me, you’ll never be with Kallie openly. It’ll haunt Sophie too. My death ensures that your future with them is doomed. Wouldn’t that be worth it?”

Her words stung, provoking Jake further. His dark eyes narrowed slightly, reminiscent of a predatory eagle. His voice was icy as he commanded his subordinates, “Didn’t you catch what she requested? Eliminate her and toss her into the sea!”

“Jake!” Before Jake’s men could act, Kallie appeared, leaning on Edgar for support. Clad in a hospital gown, her face was ashen, and she looked frail. Upon seeing her, Jake’s demeanor shifted. The harshness in his eyes softened, and he quickly moved to support her.

Jake glared at Edgar, his voice thick with menace. “Edgar, are you looking to join her?”

Edgar averted his gaze, remaining silent. Kallie grasped Jake’s hand firmly. It was rare for her to act this weakly around him, but her current fragility left her no choice but to lean into his embrace.

“Jake, can we talk this through, please?” Kallie’s voice was gentle, betraying her vulnerability rather than any attempt to command.

Jake felt the chill emanating from her hand, his worry mounting swiftly. Without hesitation, he shrugged off his coat and draped it snugly around her, his unique scent enveloping her in a protective cocoon. This immediate closeness seemed to soothe Kallie’s nerves. Her cough, forced and out of place, broke the brief silence. “I’m tougher than you think. I’m being serious with you right now. You can’t just kill Jenny or cause her harm. We need to let this go. It was my oversight that gave her the chance to harm me and my daughter. Please consider Sophie’s perspective.”

Jake, visibly seething like a tempestuous lion, found his rage quelled only by Kallie’s calming words. His gaze then fell on Jenny, whose defiance was palpable. “But Kallie, my fear is she might hurt you again. I’ve considered how to handle Tyrone. I can send him back to the Nixon family or have my men take care of him. Either way, we cannot let Jenny stay.”

Kallie gently shook her head, dismissing his plans. “There’s no need for drastic measures. Just ensure she can’t do any harm in the future. Keep her alive.” With those words, Kallie was overcome by a violent coughing fit.

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