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Chapter 428
Chapter 428:
Eleanor stood and spun around.
Cole froze.
There was no fragility in her face. Her eyes were completely black, burning with a hatred so pure and absolute that it turned his blood cold.
Before his mind could process the danger, Eleanor took a shockingly swift step forward. She raised her heavy silver cane high above her head, her entire body trembling with the effort.
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With a guttural cry torn from somewhere deep in her chest, she brought it down.
The heavy silver handle struck Cole’s shoulder with a sickening crack that reverberated through the silent room.
Cole staggered backward, gasping, his hand flying to his shoulder, his eyes wide with disbelief.
“Grandmother p>
Eleanor did not stop. She swung again — a wild, hacking blow driven by pure anguish — and the cane caught him viciously across the ribs.
“You animal!” Eleanor screamed. Her voice was completely shredded, tearing from her throat in a raw, broken sob. “What did you do to her p>
Mrs. Lynch and two maids rushed into the room in a panic, but none of them dared to intervene.
Cole raised his arms to protect himself. He was utterly lost.
Eleanor struck him a third time, catching his forearm hard enough that the cane shuddered on impact. Then, gasping for air, her chest heaving violently, she let the cane drop. It clattered loudly against the floor.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a crumpled stack of papers. She threw them directly into Cole’s face.
“From this exact moment,” Eleanor gasped, her trembling finger leveled at his chest, “you will surrender every single proxy voting right you hold in the Compton Family Trust p>
Cole’s heart stopped.
She wasn’t only hitting him. She was stripping him of his core power. She was exiling him from the empire itself.
“You are finished,” Eleanor whispered, tears of pure grief sliding down her cheeks.
Cole stood motionless, his body throbbing from the blows. Slowly, he looked down at the papers scattered around his feet.
He saw the red confidential stamp. He saw June’s name.
The flesh across his shoulder and ribs burned where the heavy silver cane had struck. One blow had caught him squarely across the back, tearing through the fabric of his expensive suit and reawakening the searing pain of an old injury. Blood was already welling up, fusing the wool to his bruised skin.
He did not feel it. Every pain receptor in his body had gone dark.
He stood perfectly still in the center of the Compton Manor living room, his grandmother’s words echoing in his skull like a continuous, deafening alarm.
What did you do to her p>
Mrs. Lynch took a hesitant step forward, her eyes red and wide with panic, one trembling hand reaching out to steady him.
Eleanor silenced her with a single look. Mrs. Lynch dropped her hand and retreated instantly into the shadows.