Chapter 953
Jonathan said coldly, “You really should’ve been there to see how much blood my wife lost giving birth. Compared to that, the blood your daughter lost was nothing. Honestly, she got off easy.” With that, Jonathan flung Eason’s hand aside.
Eason staggered back a few more steps. Jonathan was young and tough as nails. There was no way Eason could compete with him in strength or build. He really hadn’t expected Teresa’s premature labor to be this serious.
“Alright. If Yalena really did provoke your wife and you want compensation, I can make it up to you,” Eason said, sounding a bit resigned.
Jonathan let out a sudden, mocking laugh.
“Do you really think you can put a price on all the blood my wife lost? Or how much would be enough to cover the medical bills and emotional damages caused by your daughter’s actions?” Jonathan shot back.
Eason fell silent, narrowing his eyes. “What’s done is done. This was never what I intended!”
“You broke your word first. Your daughter played dirty tricks behind my back. That’s just the kind of people the Kelly family are,” Jonathan said, every word sharp as a blade.
Jonathan’s words hit home, leaving Eason speechless once again. He had promised Jonathan that he wouldn’t make a move until Teresa gave birth.
Because of their previous partnership, they both knew what kind of people they were dealing with, so Jonathan chose to trust him.
That was also why, when Eason saw how badly Yalena was hurt, he didn’t go after Jonathan for it. Honestly, he was the one who acted in bad faith first.
“You hurt Yalena too. Let’s just call it square. From now on, let’s just mind our own business,” Eason said.
“That’s rich,” Jonathan sneered, his eyes cold. “So what, should I get someone to beat up your whole family and then just say, ‘let’s not meddle in each other’s affairs’?”
“Jonathan, what the hell do you want?” Eason snapped.
“Just wait for the injury report on Teresa’s brother. Either your daughter goes to jail, or you do,” Jonathan said, his voice cold and unwavering.
If a father couldn’t control his own kid, then he should take the fall. If Eason wanted to go to jail for Yalena, Jonathan had no problem with that.
Eason was furious. “You punk! I was trying to cut you some slack, but you just had to push it.”
“Cut me some slack? My little boy is still stuck in the incubator, all thanks to your daughter. I swear, I’ll make you pay for this,” Jonathan shot back, his voice icy cold.
Eason was stunned again. Hearing the word “incubator” suddenly brought back memories. Back then, his wife had also given birth to Yalena prematurely.
Katrina and he had kept vigil outside the incubator for ten whole days before they could finally bring their daughter home.
Yalena had always been frail as a child, and later, she was nearly killed by kidnappers in Mianara. That was why Eason always indulged Yalena.
Yalena’s life had been full of hardships. Even now, when she had somehow turned so cold and unfeeling, Eason could never harden his heart against her. After all, she was still his own daughter.
To protect Yalena, Eason was forced to hold back once again. “Fine, Yalena was impulsive this time. I’ll apologize to you and your wife on her behalf.”
“Apologizing now? Don’t you think it’s a little late for that?” Jonathan said, his face expressionless. “When my wife wakes up, we’ll find out what Yalena did to her brother. Let’s settle this in Nareigh,” Jonathan added coldly.
Eason gritted his teeth in frustration, watching Jonathan’s figure disappear down the hall. That punch had been vicious. His cheek was puffed up high, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth.
As a man, Eason could relate to how Jonathan felt about his wife and kid. Back when Katrina was giving birth, he’d felt the same pain and worry. But still, he couldn’t figure out why Yalena would end up like this.