Winner Takes All

Grief lingered.

Everyone wept.

Jack hugged Sophie and clenched his teeth, but still, his tears were like rain.

Memories were like knives, and guilt was like a sword as if they were killing him slowly.

"Haha...dead, finally dead. The feeling of a ruined family, are you clear now?"

Samuel, who was held down on the ground, laughed loudly.

"Die, I want you to die!"

Jack was like a crazy. He fiercely turned his head with his eyes full red, as if he was a wild, bloodthirsty beast.

However.

A figure suddenly appeared in front of Brent and Samuel.

"Give it to me!"

Yael Quinn's face was as cold as the frost, and he directly grabbed the dagger from Brent's hand.

Then, leaned down.

Poof!

The dagger entered Samuel's undershirt.

Fresh blood splattered onto Yael's face, but his expression was still cold and stern to the extreme.

The cold voice echoed on the stage.

A heartbreaking sadness.

"When exactly did his mother offend you? You laid hands on a woman, so you should be broken into pieces!"

As he spoke, the dagger in Yael's hand madly stirred in Samuel's undershirt.

Even Yael's throat continued to emit a "ho-ho" sound, eyes were full red as if he was crazy.

Brent was stunned, looking at this scene.

Everyone was also stunned.

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No one expected that Yael would actually strike before Jack.

"Yael, stop. Quickly stop!"

Mr. Ward, despite his grief, looked terrified and pounced on Yael. He was hugging him from behind and desperately dragging him backwards.

But Yael was like a mad beast, pushing Mr. Ward to the ground, but the dagger in his hand did not stop at all.

A hoarse questioning voice, came from his throat, kept questioning, "Why did you kill his mother?"

"Brent, stop him!"

Mr. Ward shouted angrily.

Brent realized and kicked Yael away.

But Yael rolled over and climbed back up. He was about to pounce on Samuel again, who had long since lost his life. Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of Yael.

"Jack, get out of the way!"

Yael, with red eyes, as if he was possessed, shouted angrily, "He killed your mother, he deserves to be broken into pieces!" Bang!

Jack, who had a face full of tears, hugged Yael in his arms.

While sobbing, he said, "That's enough, bro."

"Not enough, it's not enough. He killed your mother! You mother is gone..." Yael struggled and howled.

Bang!

Jack hit the back of Yael's neck with a knife-hand strike.

Yael instantly fainted.

"Really...enough."

Jack's voice was incomparably low.

After handing Yael over to Mr. Ward to be looked after, he turned around and walked towards his mother's corpse.

After picking up Sophie, he sobbed and said, "Mom... I'll take you home."

However.

As Jack took a step, his body suddenly weakened. He instantly staggered and fell.

"Jack!"

The crowd was shocked by the scene and rushed towards him.

A week later.

Under Patrick's care, Sophie was buried.

In TM Villa District, people with mourning attire were all over the place.

The atmosphere was sorrow.

Everyone gathered in the living room, looking at each other with worry.

"This week, he has locked himself in his room?"

Patrick asked in a deep voice despite the exhaustion and sadness.

This week was from great joy to great sorrow. As the head of the family, he had too many things to work on, and did not even come to the villa. He hardly ever had a rest. "It's been a week, and he only came out when Sophie was buried."

Mr. Ward was full of worry, "Old master, you saw the young master's expression at that time. He was extremely calm that he frightened me."

As he said, Amber, Yael, Brent and others were all worried.

"Great joy and great sorrow, I'm afraid that he is suppressing himself." Steve's eyes were brooding, and he was frowning.

Rosie sighed and looked at Amber, "Amber, Jack needs you in his current situation. You have to enlighten and guide him."

Amber said sadly, and tears welled up in her eyes, "I've been with him these days and tried to enlighten him, but he won't even let me see him, and he won't listen to me at all."

For a whole week, Amber stayed near Jack.

Because she was clear about Jack and his mother's relationship, she was more afraid that Jack would do something stupid.

But after Sophie died and Jack woke up in the hospital, it was as if the whole person had changed.

So calm that Amber felt scared.

He acted like he could not see her, and was not even responding to her.

Jack was as if he had burrowed into a shell, shutting everyone out.

And after Sophie was buried, Jack, who had returned calmly, returned to the room. After pushing her out of the room, he locked the door.

Such a sense of powerlessness made Amber almost collapse.

"The young master is going to have a big problem if he is suppressing himself like this, and he may even have a big change of temperament." Mr. Ward sighed and looked at Patrick, "Old master, can you think of some solution?"

"It's all my fault, and I'm to blame for not protecting them."

Patrick sighed sadly, "Everyone knows that I am the head of the Hughes family who holds all the wealth in the world, but who would have thought that I can't even protect my wife and children. I am simply useless."

Hearing these, the crowd was helpless and desperate.

But it was clear to everyone.

Jack's current state must be enlightened as soon as possible, or else there will definitely be a big problem.

Although intense emotions may bring great damage in a short time, but after the emotional outburst, he will be able to recover as before.

In contrast, suppressed emotions may not be unusual short term, but when the emotional outburst really happened, it would be enough to make people fall from the clouds into hell.

And Jack was the latter.

"Hoo..."

A sound of exhalation drew everyone's attention.

Yael slowly got up, rubbed his face, and said decisively, "If a soft approach does not work, then we can only force him in a hard way. You are all too close to him and reluctant to do it in a hard way, so I will do

it."

"Yael..."

Amber wanted to stop Yael but was stopped by Patrick's gaze.

Yael, with his hands in his pockets, casually walked up to Jack's door.

"Jack, open the door."

But, in the room, there was only silence.

Jack did not respond at all.

Yael's gaze became serious.

Bang!

Lifted his foot, and kicked open the door of the room outrageously.

The sound startled Amber, who was downstairs. She got up and wanted to go upstairs to check as she was worried.

But Patrick grabbed Amber's wrist, "Amber, don't be impulsive."

"But, I'm afraid..." Amber was worried.

As Jack's wife and suddenly encountered such a change, her pain was almost the same as Jack and Patrick.

But.

Mr. Ward smiled faintly, "Let Yael try. He and the young master are the same kind of person."

In the room.

It was extremely dark.

Thick curtains that blocked the sunlight, and there were only faint light between the curtains' gap.

The pungent smell of alcohol and smoke mixed together was extremely unpleasant.

There were also countless bottles and cigarette butts scattered on the ground.

Yael couldn't help but frown and kicked away a few alcohol bottles and walked into the room.

He saw that Jack was sitting perplexedly on the floor by the bed, holding an old yellowish photo, motionless.

Yael smiled and walked to Jack's side.

Bang!

Lighted two cigarettes, stuffed one into Jack's mouth, and then he also sat down.

He picked up a bottle of alcohol and said, "12 years old XO? You are so prodigal."

Jack did not speak or move.

Yael said, "You never smoke, but you have practised your smoking skill very well recently."

Jack still did not say anything, did not move.

In just a week, he was worn to the extreme.

The whole face was thin and disfigured, and there was even an indescribable "aura of death".

"Does it feel like you're in hell right now?"

Yael leaned on the edge of the bed, propped his hands on the bed, gripping a cigarette and said, "In fact, I once fell into hell just like you, but I climbed out, and I thought you and I were the same kind of person. However, it turned out to be different because you can't climb out of hell."

The silent room.

Two curls of smoke rose.

A low and depressed voice slowly sounded.

"Is that why you helped me kill him then?"000☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐