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Chapter 393:
Before Wyatt could open his mouth, Jewell added in a low, pointed tone, “Your grandfather just got out of the hospital. You wouldn’t want him hearing about this and getting upset, would you p>
The veiled threat was so blatant that Amelia’s temper flared. “Conroy is your father. If even you don’t care about him, how do you expect the rest of us to do p>
“Quiet! You have no right to speak here!” Jewell barked.
Wyatt’s voice cut across Jewell’s like a blade. “She is my wife. If she has no right, neither do you p>
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Amelia’s anger melted into quiet satisfaction at Wyatt’s open defense, while Jewell’s eyes blazed red. “Wyatt, I’m your father p>
“That is why I’m giving you a choice,” Wyatt said coldly. “I’ll get Rory out, but only if you promise never to bother my mother again p>
At the mention of her, Della shifted, about to protest, but Amelia caught her hand, gently holding her back.
Jewell hesitated for just a breath before nodding.
Wyatt wasted no time instructing Lucian to draw up an agreement. When it was set before him, Jewell grabbed the pen without a flicker of doubt, only for Wyatt’s hand to slam down over the paper, stopping him from signing immediately.
“I’m warning you.” Wyatt’s voice was like ice. “Once you sign, if you so much as think about breaking this deal, Rory will pay the price p>
Jewell had wanted to sign without a flicker of hesitation, leaning on the unshakable fact that he was Wyatt’s father. No matter how much Wyatt despised him, he believed Wyatt wouldn’t actually do anything to him.
Wyatt, however, had read him like an open book. That was why he had spoken his warning so plainly. While he wouldn’t lay a hand on Jewell, Rory was another matter entirely.
“Rory’s your half-brother. You—” Jewell began.
“Sign, or don’t. It’s up to you,” Wyatt interjected flatly.
Half an hour later, Wyatt walked out of Hillside Villa with Jewell in tow. Amelia, unwilling to stay behind, insisted on going with them.
The car sped toward the eastern docks, the cityscape thinning into open stretches of water and rusting warehouses. As the scenery grew more and more familiar, Amelia turned to Wyatt beside her. “This road… Isn’t this leading to the Figueroa estate p>
“You’re right,” Wyatt replied without hesitation.
The underground casino where Rory was being held belonged to Elmore. Rory hadn’t truly lost that much money; he had just fallen into a trap set by the casino. Elmore couldn’t take Wyatt head-on, so the moment he learned who Rory was, he wasted no time laying a trap for him.
“So even if your father hadn’t come storming into Hillside Villa today,” Amelia said softly, “you would still have come to get Rory back, wouldn’t you p>
Wyatt didn’t answer Amelia’s question as the car had already come to a stop.
“Mr. Stewart,” the driver said, gesturing ahead. “The entrance is right there p>