Chapter 244

A hand was everything. And just like that, Upton had shattered Lisette’s wrist. That was too much, too cruel.

But they valued their own skin more than their pride, and this was Upton they were dealing with. A man of his stature? He could wipe the Jewell family off the face of the earth with a snap of his fingers. So, instead of blaming him, they turned their fury toward Calliope.

“If you dare lay a finger on Baber again,” Upton murmured, eyes narrowing as he looked at Lisette, “I’ll ensure you lose more than just a hand.”

Lisette gritted her teeth, clutching her mangled wrist, her face drained of all color. The pain was unbearable. The hatred in her eyes was unmistakable, but she didn’t dare look directly at Upton.

“If it weren’t for Callie’s connection to you, I wouldn’t have been this merciful,” Upton continued coldly. “You should be thanking her.”

His gaze swept over the group. “Now get lost.”

No one hesitated. In a flurry of movement, the brothers grabbed Lisette and rushed her out to surgery.

Outside the operating room, Horatio, Ulysses, and Valerian stood in tense silence, their anger simmering just beneath the surface.

“Calliope is not our sister anymore,” Ulysses declared, voice tight with fury. “I swear I’ll make her pay for what she did to Lisette.”

“She just stood there and watched,” Horatio muttered, brows furrowed in disbelief. “She’s not the Callie we grew up with.”

“She doesn’t care about any of us, her blood brothers. So why would she care about Lisette?” Valerian scoffed, bitterness lacing his words. “She’s too busy clinging to Silas, acting like she’s something special.”

“She really thinks Silas will always back her?” Ulysses sneered. “And Upton? He’ll return to Sea City sooner or later. This isn’t over.”

Just then, Zelda stormed into the hospital, her heels clicking sharply against the floor.

“I just got the call! What the hell happened to Lisette?” she demanded, looking at her three sons with wide, frantic eyes.

“Who else? That damn Calliope,” Valerian snapped.

“What did she do this time?” Zelda’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

“She’s the reason Lisette had a broken wrist!” Ulysses said, teeth clenched. “That witch didn’t lift a finger to help. Calliope knew where the Miracle Doctor was. She knew how to save Horatio. But she chose to do nothing. She could’ve stopped Lisette from getting hurt, but she just stood there and watched. She wanted to see us suffer.”

His voice dropped to a venomous whisper. “Calliope really is a curse, a damn plague on our family.”

Zelda’s face twisted with fury. “Where is that disgrace? I’ll handle her myself.”

Valerian caught her wrist before she could storm off. “Not now, Mom. She’s in Upton’s son’s hospital room. Silas is there too.” He swallowed his frustration. “We wait. We’ll deal with her when they’re not around.”

Zelda exhaled sharply, shaking with rage. “Fine.”

She turned back to the operating room, her eyes filled with worry. “God, I hope they can fix Lisette’s hand. She’s brilliant and gifted. Her hands are everything.”

The three brothers shared the same anxious expression.

Meanwhile, Calliope had no idea what was happening outside the surgery room. She was too busy laughing with Baber, playing like two carefree kids.

Silas and Upton sat nearby, their conversation smooth and unhurried, discussing business. Now and then, their gazes drifted toward Calliope and Baber.

Two powerful men, exuding dominance and control—yet when they looked at the lady and the boy, their eyes softened with something almost indulgent.