Chapter 427 Revenge
Now?
Now you’ve touched Tilda with those filthy fingers of yours.
I swear you will pay a price worse than death.
Inside the hospital room…
“Dad… what do we do now? I can’t get into DY Group anymore!” Preston's skin had gone white.
Ryan’s face looked just as bleak, his jaw locked tight, his silence saying more than words ever could.
Preston kept mumbling in panic beside him, his voice like nails on a chalkboard. Ryan’s patience, already frayed from sleepless nights and the disaster with Rebecca, finally snapped.
He lifted his hand and struck Preston hard across the face.
“Shut the hell up!”
The sound rung through the room.
Preston’s eyes widened in shock. His wound tore open, blood spreading across the bandage wrapped around his head.
The nurse gasped, her body frozen in fear. “Um… Mr. Preston’s bleeding again. I’ll get the doctor right away!”
She turned and bolted.
This was far beyond anything she wanted to be mixed up in.
She had only been assigned to care for Preston, secretly wishing for some silly fairytale romance.
Now, staying alive felt like more than enough.
“Honey, please don’t get so angry. Preston’s just scared," Daphne stammered, stepping in front of her son and facing her husband with shaking hands.
“You stay here and watch him. I’ll figure out what to do next,” Ryan said, his voice flat and cold.
He shoved his hand into his pocket, the same hand that had just struck his son, and walked out without a backward glance.
No matter how much fury burned inside him, he had to hold it in.
Preston was his one chance of standing above the Bells and defeating Jude.
That hope could not be allowed to die.
But even Ryan himself no longer knew how to set things right.
After he left, Daphne leaned over her son and whispered with desperate tenderness.
“Don’t be afraid, my boy. As long as I’m here, no one will ever lay a hand on you, even if it takes my life to keep you safe.”
“Mom… what am I supposed to do? I’ve been thrown out of DY Group, and Grandpa knows about everything. I have no place left in the Bells.”
Preston’s tears streamed down his cheeks.
“It’s all right. Your father and I will carry you if we must. Nothing is final. If you make something of yourself, I’ll beg your grandfather to let you back into DY Group."
“You can’t lose yourself to despair. Heal first, then wait for the right moment to show Jude you’re not beaten.”
“Mom… there’s no way. Jude dragged me to the bottom this time. He won’t ever give me the chance to rise against him.”
His voice sounded empty, drained of all fight.
The doctor rushed in, quickly tending to the bleeding wound.
Preston sat like a statue, his face blank, letting them move him around as if he were a doll.
Daphne’s chest ached as she watched him, the pain twisting so deep she could hardly breathe.
“Preston, you must be strong. You’re all I have left now."
“Your sister is gone, so you cannot collapse. This family is waiting for you to pull it back together. Seeing you like this breaks me apart.”
“Mom… I’m sorry. I just need to calm down and figure out where to go from here. Jude already destroyed me, and I couldn’t fight back. I’m worthless.”
Preston shook with grief and slammed his fist against his thigh.
“Mr. Preston, please stay calm! That will only tear your wound open again!”
“Mrs. Bell, let him rest. He needs to settle himself.”
“Son, focus on healing. I’ll come see you tomorrow,” Daphne said softly, brushing her tears away as she walked out.
A rush of icy air hit her the moment she stepped outside, snapping her mind clear.
Her eyes gleamed with fire and hate.
Tilda.
That cursed girl.
If Preston had never crossed paths with her…
And Rebecca….
None of this would have happened.
Both of her children, her very heart and soul, all destroyed because of Tilda.
She imagined Tilda’s smirk, her mocking laughter, reveling in their ruin. Daphne’s chest seethed with rage so fierce it threatened to consume her.
Her nails bit into her palms, yet even the sting could not pull her back to reason.
Ryan and Preston had both pleaded with her not to interfere.
But after watching her son and daughter crushed like this, how could she still call herself a mother if she stayed silent?
Her hands shook as she pulled out her phone.
She typed and sent a single message.
“I want you to kill someone for me. It must be seamless. No matter the cost, I’ll pay it. Tell me if you accept.”
The answer came in seconds.
“And the target?”
“Tilda Jenson.”
Silence for a moment.
Chapter 427 Revenge
In an instant, the other side pulled Tilda’s file.
“World university painting champion. The long–lost daughter of the Jensons. Rising star at Orica University, Winner of a motorsport title in Motrar."
“The person you want dead carries quite a list of titles.”
“I know exactly who you are. You’re the top assassin network on the dark web. Once you accept a contract, there isn’t a soul alive you cannot reach."