Although the pain was excruciating, the wound was not fatal.It missed her vital organs by just a tiny fraction of an inch."You..." Heather White cried out in shock and fury, her breath catching in her throat. She was completely panic-stricken, having come so close to succeeding.But Jason coldly held her fast and said, "Although you certainly deserve to die, passing so easily would be too merciful for you.""From the moment you came to the Wesley family, everything you've done to me - framing me, falsely accusing me, even slandering me to my grandfather to make the Wesleys abandon me and get me expelled from Metropolis Central - all of it was because of you, you wretched girl!"As he spoke, Jason forcefully twisted her wrist until it snapped, causing Heather White to shriek in pain as the dagger fell from her now limp hand. But it wasn't over yet. As soon as she looked up, a loud slap rang out as Jason fiercely struck her across the face with the flat of his palm. The impact was li

"You're looking for him...for what purpose?"Justin Wesley's eyes lit up. So the old man did know Jason! He hastily wiped the blood from his nose and said sinisterly, "I'm his close relative, very close, like family. I have some business with him."Although the slut got away for now, she couldn't escape his grasp. He would go wait at Jason's home to ambush her.He would make Jason suffer for the rest of his life!But as he spoke, Adam Stewart's expression suddenly changed as he reflexively took several steps back, as if witnessing something shocking. Justin Wesley frowned - what was with this old man? A sudden chill crept down his spine.Glancing back, he realized a group of people had appeared at some point, staring coldly at him with expressionless faces."You're Jason's relative? Very close family even?" The leader, a tall man, narrowed his eyes meaningfully. "Then you must be very important to him!"Justin Wesley sized them up impatiently. "Who I am is none of your damn business.

With a wave of his hand, Lawrence had Justin Wesley taken away. They had only come because of Jason's orders to protect Susan's safety.They never expected to run into this fool who delivered himself to their door.Truly astounding stupidity. Take him away for now until Mr. Gray returned to decide how to handle this.When night fell, Jason finally returned to Emerald City. Hearing Lawrence had captured someone, he went to check it out.Upon arriving at a basement and seeing Justin Wesley, Jason fell silent, staring intently for a long time before asking dubiously, "Who's this pig head? When did I ever make an enemy of him?"It wasn't that Jason failed to recognize him; it was that the current Justin Wesley was unrecognizable—a wretched sight more pitiful than a beggar. To recognize him would have been an anomaly.Who could have fathomed that this was the esteemed scion of the Wesley family?At that moment, Justin Wesley drifted in and out of consciousness, his eyes swollen from weepin

Thus, she seized the first opportunity to rush back to Emerald City. Yet Jason appeared unharmed, his well-being intact."My lady, do I look alright to you? How long must I bear this 'scoundrel' label because of you?" Jason lamented."Um...I'm sorry!" Emily blushed, her guilt intensifying as she met Susan's gaze, at a loss for words.Her previous reluctance to reveal the truth stemmed from a fear of fracturing their cherished bond as confidantes. Could Susan and Billy Sanchez ever truly understand one another, given their disparate stations?But her silence only compounded Susan's turmoil. "You...you're truly the daughter of the Cook family?"Though the evidence seemed irrefutable, Susan struggled to reconcile the carefree Emily with the image of a noble heiress, torn between anticipation, bewilderment, and dread.Beneath Susan's earnest gaze, Emily sighed, nodding in resignation as she acknowledged her lineage."Susan, I'm sorry. My family's arranged marriage...I never wanted it. In

Though bewildered, Susan chose to trust Jason, momentarily at a loss for words. Her cheeks flushed as she softly murmured, "Your bed is made. Get some rest."With those words, she scurried away, her face crimson.Jason blinked in confusion, as if he had misheard, only to discover that his makeshift bedding in the living room had vanished."What...does this mean?"In his bewilderment, Aunt Grace Diaz beamed from afar, her gestures implying the evident—had he truly failed to grasp the implication? His days of sleeping in the living room had ended.In that instant, an indescribable surge of joy and elation washed over Jason. At last, liberation!Could he return to that bed he had briefly savored?Ah, the sumptuous embrace of that plush mattress, he was coming...While a seemingly simple step, it represented a profound stride for Jason—a thawing of tensions with Susan, the dissolution of past grievances.More importantly, it signified Susan's willingness to accept him into her life—a prom