"Jonah ..." Jasper's voice was so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.

"Jasper ... Beckett ..."

Jonah widened his crimson eyes as a raging fury surged in his chest. Like an enraged beast, he rushed fiercely toward the frozen Jasper.

Jasper saw the cold and fierce fist coming toward his cheek, but he remained motionless.

He wanted to be hit. He had deserved it. Even if Jonah beat him to death, Jasper wouldn't complain.

"Jonah! Don't!"

Just as Jonah's fist was about to reach Jasper, Julien appeared in time. He opened his arms and tightly embraced Jonah from behind.

"Let go." Jonah bit his lip hard, but it was his heart that was bleeding.

"No!" Julien's arms trembled around Jonah's waist. Panting heavily, he shouted, "What's the use of hitting him? Can you bring back what Lyse lost by hitting him?"

... he

As he savagely struggled, the tears he barely held back started flowing again. "How

to be a mother! All because of you! Jasper, why

he deserved

doll without blood and soul, looked desolate with

noticed that Jasper seemed inexplicably miserable. His hair was still dripping wet, and droplets fell

straight suit was soaked. Moreover, his pants and shoes were covered in mud,

by her father, it happened

Jasper chased after the Taylor family's car for

all my fault

repeatedly murmured in despair, "It's all my fault ... All my fault ... I'm sorry

Lyse likes children? Do you know

countless times ... that she wanted to be a mother. When she recalled your in-name-only marriage and your indifference toward her, she would call me in the middle of the night ... crying secretly

by a poisoned blade. The pain surged through him, spreading rapidly throughout his body and invading all his

red-rimmed, and his

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