NovelGoldChapter 366 There-that was where Nathan and Vanessa were.
Sean gently set Claire down, and together, the three of them walked toward the cluster of run-down houses.
The closer they got, the faster Claire's heart pounded in her chest. Painful memories crashed over her like a relentless tide. She clenched her fists, trying to steady herself.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSensing her anxiety, Sean squeezed her hand reassuringly.
Jeffry, who had personally brought Nathan and Vanessa here years ago, knew exactly where they lived. With him leading the way, Sean and Claire followed into the remote, backward village.
The villagers had dark, weathered skin and wore clothes patched so many times it was hard to tell the original fabric. Everything looked dirty and threadbare.
As Claire, Sean, and Jeffry made their way through, the villagers' eyes locked onto them, following their every step with the intensity of searchlights.
Eventually, Jeffry stopped in front of Nathan's place.
This was the house Nathan had grown up in—a sagging, ramshackle cottage with crumbling walls and a roof missing more than a few tiles, as if the whole thing could cave in at any moment.
The yard was a mess, with chickens and ducks running wild and a foul stench hanging in the air.
Just as they reached the door, they heard an old man's furious shouting from inside.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"You useless bastard! What was the point of raising you? You left for the city almost thirty years ago and never looked back. Not a single letter, not a damn phone call! You lived it up out there and cut us off completely-didn't want to lift a finger for your own father. And now you ccrawling back a cripple, expectingto take care of you for the rest of your life?" "You're just like your whore of a mother-worthless! I spent every dI had to bring that tramp into this house, and she still turned up her nose at me, wouldn't share my bed!" "If it weren't for wanting a son, I'd have killed her myself. She finally gavea son, and look at you-a thankless, ungrateful wretch! If I'd known, I'd have tossed you both out to the dogs the day you were born." "Want food? Eat dirt, you piece of garbage!" With that, a man was shoved out the door.
He hit the ground with a heavy thud, dust billowing around him.
The man-Nathan-writhed on the ground, unable to get up, unable to speak, only able to let out guttural, agonized moans.
Once, he'd been the charismatic CEO of The Linwood Group. Now, he wore filthy rags that reeked, his body gaunt and wasted, cheeks hollow, cheekbones sharp. His exposed skin was a patchwork of scars, evidence of countless beatings.
A moment later, a thin, leathery old man in his seventies stalked out of the house and, without a word, began kicking Nathan. "Worthless! Why don't you just die already?"
Nathan tried to speak, but after his stroke, he was paralyzed down the side. All that cout was a Alhat strangled, slobbering groan.
After a few vicious kicks, the old man finally noticed Claire, Sean, and Jeffry standing at the gate Herecognized Jeffry immediately-the man who'd brought Nathan and Vanessa back all those years ago. He froze for a split second, then scowled. "What are you doing at my house?" Jeffry had just opened his mouth to reply when a shrill woman's scream suddenly rang out from the pigsty nearby.
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