Chapter 364

He crooked a finger at Micah. “Alright, let’s settle this, just you and me. If you lose, you stay out of my sight forever!”

“Don’t do this! Are you forgetting you’re hurt?” Ivy hissed, trying to keep her voice down.

Her heart pounded so hard she could barely think. She didn’t have time to worry about how out of hand things were getting or what trouble this might bring her. All she could picture was Jamison’s wound tearing open again.

“Jamison, let’s just go. You need to get checked out at the hospital.” Her face was tight with anxiety as she pleaded with him again, her voice barely above a whisper.

But Jamison didn’t budge. He stared at his nephew, eyes blazing with a fury that could eat someone alive, as Micah dragged himself out of the fountain, still dripping wet.

Micah could hardly stand straight, but when he heard Jamison’s challenge, he looked ready to lunge at him. Before he could, though, the old man’s voice thundered through the chaos: “Micah!”

Carla lunged for her son, gripping his arm desperately.

But Micah wasn’t about to give in. He fought like a wild animal, kicking and thrashing, hurling curses at everyone around him.

The estate security arrived, and with Carla’s help, finally managed to pin him down.

“Have you all lost your minds?” the patriarch roared, pounding his cane against the floor. “Nephew and uncle brawling like common thugs–do you want the town to laugh at us?”

Ivy, terrified Jamison would rush in again, clung to his arm, putting herself right in front of him as a human shield.

“Jamison… please, don’t make me worry about you,” she pleaded, her voice soft and desperate. She knew he never responded to force, only to gentle words.

Maybe it was her concern, or maybe just exhaustion, but Jamison finally seemed to calm down, his anger ebbing away.

Ivy wasted no time and tried to lead him out.

“Stop!” Carla had finally managed to restrain her son, and now, seeing the instigator about to leave, she snapped.

Jamison paused, turning back to her, his tone icy. “What, you want me to teach your son another lesson?”

Carla’s eyes shone with angry tears, her breath coming fast. “Jamison, Micah is your nephew! How could you do this? You threw him into the fountain–he’s bleeding from the chin!”

Her voice trembled between fury and grievance as she turned to her parents. “Mom, Dad, are you just going to stand there? He’s always done whatever he wants, never caring about family! And now, for the sake of some woman who isn’t worth it, he treats his own nephew like an enemy!”

She rounded on Ivy, her anger reaching its peak. “And you, Ivy–are there no other men in the world? Of all people, you had to go for your ex-boyfriend’s uncle. Don’t tell me you weren’t trying to get back at someone–who would believe it?”

Carla had been holding this in for ages, and now, with the dam broken, she let it all out at once.

Adela Ludwig stepped forward, her face tight with anger, though she knew shouting wouldn’t help. She pressed down her temper and tried to reason with her daughter. “Enough. Take Micah to get changed.”

“I want Jamison to give me an explanation first!” Carla refused to let it go.

Jamison’s expression was ice-cold, his black suit making him look all the more unapproachable. “You want an explanation? The only one owed here is from your son. Ivy is my wife now–his aunt by marriage. He completely disregarded family boundaries and behaved outrageously in public. How do you explain that?”

Carla shot back, “Don’t be ridiculous! It always takes two–if Ivy hadn’t led him on, he wouldn’t be acting like this.”

“Believe what you want. But I’ll say this: if he ever bothers Ivy again, I’ll do worse than I did today. Much worse.”

“Jamison!” Adela Ludwig had made her way to her youngest son’s side. Hearing this, she couldn’t hold back her irritation and tapped him sharply with her cane, silently telling him to stop.