Revenge Forged in Prison
Chapter 88: Life Is Wasted On Him
The single remark left Yelena seething with rage. “Jesse ended up in the hospital because of you. How could you be so selfish, only concerned about your own survival and showing none for him?”
Caleb’s expression was nonchalant. “Yes, I am selfish. Jesse, that good-for-nothing, should have been dead long ago. When I caused that fatal accident years ago, why didn’t he die with the others?”
Since explaining things clearly was futile, it was better to just speak candidly. By spewing venomous words, he hoped they would kick him out of the Quixall residence, swearing never to see each other again. Such an ending was exactly what he had always desired.
Meanwhile, Yelena was so angry that her body trembled slightly. “I was thinking, as long as you agreed, I would have forgiven you. But now, it’s you who gave up the opportunity. Don’t complain later, saying that I didn’t value you.”
Caleb laughed. “If I had really agreed, wouldn’t I have been a goner? Does the dead person even need forgiveness?”
Yelena’s complexion alternated between anger and embarrassment. She gritted her teeth and was locked in a tense staredown with Caleb for a while before finally storming off.
Caleb was aware that the Quixall family wouldn’t let him off easily. So, he simply left his door open, waiting for the next troublemaker to show up. As expected, in less than ten minutes, both George and Deborah arrived.
With tears blurring her vision, Deborah admitted, “Caleb, I was wrong. Out of all things, the last thing I should have done was to punish you by not letting you have dinner. Could you find it in your heart to forgive me, please?”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Caleb said, “I forgive you.”
Both George and Deborah looked on in shock, unable to believe that Caleb had said such a thing. George nudged Deborah with his elbow. Quickly, Deborah asked, “Caleb, is what you said true? Are you really willing to forgive me?”
Caleb responded simply with a hum. “Mmm-hmm.”
“That’s wonderful!” Exchanging a joyous glance with George, Deborah then asked, “So, are you willing to forgive your father?”
This time, Caleb hesitated for a moment, not giving an immediate response. George was so nervous that sweat was pouring down his forehead.
“Caleb, I made a mistake yesterday; I shouldn’t have hit you like that. I won’t hold you responsible for poisoning Jesse, stealing from the daughter Neerman family, and attempting to kill the maid. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?”
Caleb pointed at the bloodstains on his clothes. “What about these injuries on me? They won’t heal instantly.”
George eked out a smile. “No problem at all. I’ll buy you a new outfit. I’ll get the best doctor to treat you. Within three days, your injuries will be healed. There won’t even be a scar.”
Only then did Caleb nod in satisfaction. “Alright then, go ahead and call the doctor. Right. I was starving all day yesterday, and all I had this morning was some moldy bread. I feel awful. Mom, could you prepare a thirteen-course meal for me? I’ve never seen one before, and I’d love to see what it tastes like.”
Deborah’s smile froze. “Caleb, this is really beyond me. I don’t know how to do it. Perhaps you could choose something else?”
Caleb shook his head. “No. I want to eat that. If you can’t make it, I won’t forgive you.”
His stubborn attitude had sparked George’s temper. George had been suppressing his anger for quite a while, but now, he was on the verge of losing his composure. At that moment, Deborah gave him a discreet glare. In response, George quickly mustered a smile and said, “Let me have someone make it for you then. If we hurry, it should be done in under an hour.”
Caleb shook his head again. “No, I only want to eat what Mom cooks. If it’s not made by her, I won’t eat it.”