Winner Takes All

Swoosh!

A powerful swirl sounded.

Patrick did not move nor dodge.

However, Jack's fist stopped in front of him.

Then, it slowly dropped.

Jack's face was as cold as ice, and his deep eyes were churning with monstrous hostility.

"Why don't you hit me?"

Patrick smiled bitterly, incomparably sad, "I deserve to be beaten."

If the other were to see it, they would drop their jaws.

Patrick was the head of the Hughes family, the head of the world's wealth, yet he looked so depressed and discouraged.

"If I hit you, will mom come back?"

Jack turned around, looked towards the night view of TM Villa District, and muttered, "It's all in the past. One's eyes always have to look forward, don't they?"

Patrick was silent. His heart was overwhelmed with guilt.

He followed Madam Hughes' scheme to sharpen Jack.

But Samuel's collapse made him exceed the control of the situation.

It also indirectly led to the death of Sophie.

As if it was a knot in his heart, deadlocked in his heart.

In the beginning, he was unable to guarantee Jack and Sophie's lives, so he resolutely carried the reputation of abandoning his family and returned to the Hughes family.

But now, even though he was the head of the family, he still failed to keep the life of his beloved one.

Such frustration and guilt made even Patrick unable to let go of it.

But compared to Jack, he was better at suppressing and hiding this intense guilt and frustration, hiding it deep in his heart.

"Uncle Brown was the one you sent into the Black Hell back then, so why would he instead help me get out of the Black Hell?" Jack suddenly asked.

Patrick's eyes were deep, and he smiled profoundly.

"The Hughes family has complex factions. There was a successor in every faction. They compete with each other, and there is inevitably a feud gap. the enemy of the enemy is a friend." The enemy of an enemy?

Jack's gaze flickered for a moment. His understanding of the Hughes family, after all, was too little.

The Hughes family was not like the rest of the wealthy families with ordinary succession that only passed on to the oldest descendants. If that were the case, it would be easy to understand the Hughes family clearly.

The Hughes family was competitive, and only the fittest could survive.

Perhaps, this was the reason why the Hughes family had always been on the top.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

The family had always let the strongest person take control of the family.

Taking a deep breath, Jack did not continue to ask about the secrets in the Black Hell.

He turned his head and looked at Patrick, "Dad, just tell me, can Madam Hughes be killed?"

The voice was icy cold, and the killing intent was overwhelming.

A week went by, and they were busy mourning Sophie's death.

But Madam Hughes was still in the Hughes family, and if Patrick had the thought to kill her, he would have already done it.

"For the time being, I can't."

Patrick shook his head, and his eyes flashed with anger. He was suppressing the killing intent, "The Hughes family is not as simple as you think, she is an elder of the family for sure, but in the end, I just call her stepmother, if she can be killed, I would not suffer for more than twenty years."

"Okay!"

Jack dryly nodded his head. His voice was as cold as a knife, "Then I will destroy the Quinn family and pay tribute to my mom!"

The corners of Patrick's eyes gently twitched, and he did not show too much surprise.

All this was within his expectation.

It was only Jack's killing decisiveness that gave him a slight shock.

"Okay!"

Without more words, Patrick said, "Someone will have to be buried in this blood feud for your mother after all."

"Thank you."

Jack calmly said, turned around, and walked towards the stairs.

Patrick's body trembled for a moment.

Looking at the departing Jack, his face changed.

A word of thanks suddenly made him feel a little strange, and his heart was empty.

In the living room, Amber and the others were waiting quietly.

When Jack walked to the living room, his gaze fell directly on Yael's body.

"Want to go back to the Quinn family?"

Yael was stunned and asked, "I'm not even a Quinn family member anymore. What's the point of going back?"

"To take revenge!"

Jack calmly spat out those words.

Inside the living room, the atmosphere was instantly solemn.

Mr. Ward, Steve, and the others were stunned.

Amber even wanted to say something, but she couldn't.

Yael did not expect it too.

His eyes glowed, and soon, it dimmed down again, "We are no match for the Quinn family for the time being."

A thin dead camel's bigger than a horse, let alone the Quinn family's not a thin dead camel, but it was in its prime!

Such a powerful Quinn family was not what the Burton family from the capital city could mess with.

"Is there a connection?"

Jack raised his eyebrows and smiled, with a brutal and rampant aura between his eyebrows, "In the name of the Hughes family, I will destroy the Quinn family. someone must revenge my mom's death!" "Okay!"

Yael smiled wickedly and decisively agreed.

No one noticed that his hands quietly clenched

The night was getting darker and darker.

Steve and his wife had already left.

Inside the bedroom, the light was exquisite.

Jack sat on the edge of the bed and listened to the sound of water coming from the bathroom. His expression was slightly grave.

Looking at the room that Daisy had just cleaned up, everything was still as it was on the wedding day.

Only this week, the room was tossed out of shape by himself.

More so, because of the huge change in the wedding, there was full of regrets for Amber and him from the wedding.

The death of his mother was an unbearable blow to him.

But to Amber, Jack was also full of guilt.

A wedding turned into a mom's funeral. The wedding that initially should be happy was full of sadness.

On the contrary, Amber had not complained a bit but had been at the side to accompany and try to enlighten Jack.

It was not fair to Amber.

Click!

The bathroom door opened.

The dense water vapor puffed out.

Jack subconsciously look at it, and he was lost in thought.

Under the light, Amber was wrapped in a bath towel and slowly walked out of the bathroom, revealing a pair of long legs.

She had long wet hair, and there were still water droplets on her shoulder.

Perhaps because of the water temperature, her stunning face was scarlet red and blushed.

Feeling Jack's gaze, Amber somewhat shyly lowered her head and said timidly, "What are you looking at?"

"Come here."

Jack said softly.

Amber's delicate body trembled and bit her red lips. She slowly walked to Jack's side and sat down.

Jack gently hugged Amber's, the fragrance was puffy, and he gently let Amber lean on his shoulder.

He gently said, "You have been aggrieved for a while now."

"Dummy, what are you talking about? What's so aggravating about me?"

Amber raised her head, her brilliant starry eyes stared at Jack, and said thoughtfully, "Mom died, all of us are very sad, but the state you've been in for a while is too scary, promise me that you won't allow yourself to be in such a state again."

"You are not alone, and you still have me. I am your wife. No matter what happens, I have to bear with you. It is not aggrieving at all. The only thing I feel aggrieved now is that you make me feel that I am not your wife."

Jack was stunned. A burst of warmth flowed deep inside.

"I promise you! Never again."

"Okay."

Amber smiled faintly and pointed to the bathroom, "Go take a shower."

Following closely, Amber gently whispered in Jack's ear, "Tonight, it's the best night ever!"☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐