NovelGoldChapter 208 Sean was indeed her beloved grandson, yet Lucas was her son by blood.
"Sean..." She had barely begun when Sean cut her off, his tone respectful yet unyieldingly firm. "Grandma, I know what I'm doing." Aberdeen sighed helplessly at his words, closing her eyes slowly, choosing silence over argument. She knew well that Sean, having endured so much pain from a young age, held no affection for his father.
When he was just five, his biological mother died from the heartbreak caused by Yvonne, the woman who had intruded into their family. From that moment, the cheerful and radiant little boy was lost, replaced by a shadowed, brooding figure, as if a dark cloud loomed over him perpetually.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAberdeen recalled the day Yvonne married into the Foster family. Young Sean, driven by rage, had stormed into the bridal suite with a knife, nearly ending both Yvonne and Lucas's lives. His words from that day still sent shivers down the spines of all who were present.
"Even if I kill you, I won't face any legal consequences." A five-year-old, who should have been innocent and carefree, was instead filled with hatred, his heart consumed by it. Since then, he had attempted to kill Yvonne and Lucas multiple times, but his youth and lack of strength always thwarted his efforts.
In most families, it's the stepmother who mistreats the stepchild. But in the Foster family, the roles were reversed. Yvonne lived in genuine fear of Sean. Every encounter with him was like a mouse facing a cat. She had finally married into wealth, yearning to enjoy the luxuries of such a life, yet she lived in constant terror. If she were to die at his hands, it would all be in vain, for Sean was still a minor.
As he matured, Sean learned to mask his emotions, burying his hatred deep within. Acts of open aggression towards Lucas and Yvonne like today's had not occurred for a long time.
In the banquet hall, the sudden turn of events left everyone paralyzed with shock. Vanessa and Brian were particularly terrified, frozen like quails.
Lucas and Yvonne's struggles were futile against the strength of the burly guards. Almost as soon as the doors shut, a woman's screams pierced the air, sharp and raw, slicing through the silence like a blade.
Then cthe man's panicked cries. Outside, people stood still, barely daring to breathe. The hall was deathly silent, save for the screams and cries echoing from the room, quickening the hearts of all who listened.
They had no idea what unfolded inside, but Yvonne's desperate screams sent chills down their spines, leaving them drenched in cold sweat.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmTdragged on painfully. They couldn't tell how long it had been before the sounds from the room gradually faded into silence.
The door creaked open slowly.
Under the horrified and curious gazes of everyone present, Yvonne was dragged out, her body limp and lifeless. Her condition sent a collective gasp through the crowd, their fear reaching a peak.
Her limbs were twisted at unnatural angles, clearly broken. The skin over her broken bones bulged ominously, as if ready to burst. Her once beautiful face was now marred with crisscrossed scars, no inch left unscathed, with blood and torn flesh slowly oozing down her cheeks. Her mouth was filled with blood, her once pearly white teeth all knocked out, leaving only bloody gums. A wave of metallic scent permeated the air as soon as she opened her mouth.
She was tossed to the ground, her body curled into a ball, unmoving, save for the faint breaths that signaled she still clung to life. Anyone who saw her would think she was at death's door.
Lucas was dragged out next, limp as a ragdoll, supported by two guards. Though his body bore no visible wounds, his eyes were vacant, as if his soul had departed. His lips m trembled ed incessantly, yet no sound escaped; his mind had shattered under the immense psychological torment, leaving his sanity in ruins. Sean approached them with measured grace, looking down at Yvonne and Lucas, his voice light and almost nonchalant. "A marital spat, Ms. Smith punishing Mr. Lucas by harming herself. Luckily, my men intervened in time; otherwise, who knows what might have happened." His tone was casual, even accompanied by a faint smile that didn't reach his eyes, a chilling coldness lurking beneath.
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