Chapter 594



The servant who’d brought the news explained, “It’s not what you think, ma’am. Apparently, White was smitten with Miss Perry the moment he saw her yesterday. He just wanted to… Well, to get a glimpse of her. But she caught him, and things got out of hand. If Miss Perry hadn’t screamed for help, who knows what would have happened? White’s always been arrogant, thinking he could get away with anything because of Mr. Griffin Perry. But this time, even Mr. Griffin Perry is washing his hands off White. To avoid being implicated, Mr. Griffin Perry even advised Mr. Ernesto Perry to kill White.”

A wave of dizziness hit Kallie, and the bowl tumbled from her grasp, smashing into a thousand pieces on the floor. The servant eyed Kallie’s pale face and asked, “Miss Nixon, are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Kallie lied, digging her nails into her palms to steady herself. “Just clumsy.” She looked down, trying to mask the fear in her eyes. “What’s going on? Is White dead?”

The servant shook his head. “I’m not sure. But he’s probably locked up in the dungeon.”

Kallie rose to her feet, protectively cradling her bump. “I’m going to see what’s going on.”

The servant blocked Kallie’s way. “Miss Nixon, it might not be a pretty sight. You shouldn’t go.”

Kallie plastered on a fake smile. “Sure, White helped with the pregnancy stuff, but he was a real jerk to me most of the time. Now that he’s in trouble, I’m kinda happy about it. I wanna see him squirm. Why can’t I go?”

In the end, Kallie got her way and went to the dungeon. Jake was nowhere in sight, but a large bloodstain painted the floor. It looked like they’d given him a real beating. Anna was sobbing next to Ernesto, putting on a pitiful act.

Ernesto put on a show of comforting Anna, and his rage was directed at Griffin. “You brought that bastard into our lives!” he roared. “You swore he was brilliant, but he’s just a piece of shit!”

g Ɐ ln σ ν𝓮 ℓs․com, where stories thrive Ernesto didn’t give a damn about Anna’s feelings. He was pissed purely because of the public humiliation. He saw himself as the king of the hill, untouchable. And some bastard dared to do this to his daughter? It was a direct insult, a challenge to his authority.

Griffin was consumed by a mix of remorse and rage. His hands balled into fists. “Don’t worry. I’ll make that son of a bitch pay! He’ll beg for death before I’m through with him.”

Kallie was offered a chair. She sank into it, her face a blank mask. Inwardly, she was freaking out.

Ernesto’s breathing was still ragged. He shot a suspicious look at Kallie. “What are you doing here?”

Kallie plastered on a smile. “I heard what happened and came to see for myself. How could that bastard do that to Miss Perry?”

Anna’s sobs continued, but she looked up at Kallie with a strange, almost searching, expression.

Kallie continued, “This is Griffin’s fault. If he had been more careful about who he brought along, none of this would have happened. After all, White just worked here. Miss Perry is Mr. Ernesto Perry’s daughter. How could White dare do something like that?”

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