Chapter 265: You’re Not Alone

“That’s it?” Shane instantly lost interest. So it was the same old cliché—an absent father with a mistress and an illegitimate child, and the son couldn’t accept it. A typical tantrum. Jade didn’t say much more; he didn’t know the full story himself. One thing the Wynn family did well was keeping their mouths shut. Very few details ever got out.

“This might mean Mr. Wynn won’t hand the family over to Jonathan now.” A grandson this hard to manage? Anyone would hesitate. But Jonathan was the eldest, and the Wynn family had always passed leadership to the oldest. Now things had gotten tricky.

At that moment, the very man Shane was speculating about was at a boxing gym. Jonathan hadn’t brought Stone or the others into the ring. Instead, he was hammering the punching bags relentlessly—nonstop. In just ten minutes, he’d already wrecked several of them.

“This isn’t sustainable,” Maddox muttered.

“I’ve already messaged Sierra,” Matco said. “She’s on her way.”

“He probably doesn’t want to see Sierra right now,” Stone said, worried.

“Then what? Let him keep going like this? At this rate, he might head straight for his father and do something reckless.” It wouldn’t be the first time Jonathan lost control.

The guys exchanged uneasy glances. This was a tough situation. Just then, Sierra arrived. She hadn’t wasted a second after Mateo’s call. The moment she walked in and saw the man in the ring, she barely recognized him. This wasn’t the Jonathan she knew. He was radiating fury, like a beast finally let out of its cage.

Boom. Boom. Boom. Each punch hit like a thunderclap, shaking her chest as if it had hit her own heart. Her stomach turned. She stood frozen for a moment before walking toward him.

“Ma’am!” Mateo quickly stepped in front of her. “Trust me—this is not the time. Based on past experience, you do not go near him when he’s like this.” Anyone who tried ended up regretting it. Badly.

“We’re tough enough to handle it. You’re not. One punch and you’re out.”

“This version of Jonathan isn’t the one you know,” Maddox added.

“It’s fine,” Sierra replied softly, brushing off their concern. She couldn’t handle seeing him so alone, like a wounded animal fighting the world by himself. Yes, he looked terrifying, but behind all that rage was an overwhelming loneliness that made her heart ache.

None of the guys expected Sierra to be so stubborn. Mateo immediately regretted calling her. “Please don’t let anything happen…” If something went wrong, and Jonathan came to his senses later, they couldn’t imagine the fallout.

But Sierra wasn’t reckless. She didn’t step into the ring; she just stood quietly at its edge. And only after Jonathan destroyed another punching bag did she finally speak.

“Well? Feel any better?”

Jonathan glanced down at her, his eyes cold and hard, the warmth she knew completely gone. Sierra didn’t flinch. She looked him dead in the eyes and asked again.

“Any better? Or do you need to keep going?”

Her calm, even tone pulled a sliver of reason back into Jonathan’s mind. He turned away, shut his eyes, and muttered, “Go.” He didn’t want her there, at least not right now.

“You’re here. Where else could I possibly go?” she said, then sat down right where she stood, wrapping her arms around her knees. “Go on. Let it out. All of it. Your anger. Your pain. Everything. I’m staying right here with you. I’m not going anywhere. You’re not alone.”