The lost heiress never forgiven

The Madness at the Foot of the Mountain

Chapter 520 The Madness at the Foot of the Mountain

Back at her place, Sierra wasn’t worried about Jonathan at all. She simply told him to go carly and comic back quickly.

The Wynn family estate wasn’t a place just anyone could visit–least of all Victor.

So Jonathan went straight down the mountain.

Victor’s car was already waiting at the base, with Maddox accompanying him.

When Jonathan appeared, Maddox gave him a nod and went off to wait elsewhere.

He had no idea what had gotten into Victor. The man had suddenly insisted on seeing Jonathan- immediately, without any delay.

After spending a few days with Victor, Maddox had come to understand what kind of person he was: unreasonable, willful, and stubborn to the core. No explanation ever got through to him.

So Maddox hadn’t wasted his breath. He simply drove him to the Wynn family’s ancestral home. Whether Jonathan agreed to meet or not wasn’t his problem.

What he hadn’t expected was for Jonathan to actually come down.

What Maddox didn’t know was that their timing had been surprisingly lucky. Jonathan happened to be in a decent mood these past couple of days. And while Victor hadn’t caused any direct disturbance, his mere presence was an–irritant.

Jonathan just wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible.

But the moment he laid eyes on Victor, Jonathan sensed something was off.

The look in Victor’s eyes was strange–like he was examining him, with a mix of intensity, excitement, and joy…

Jonathan narrowed his eyes. What kind of crazy episode is this lunatic having now?

he could ask, Victor

is Nancy. They lied to

instantly grew

and with Victor practically shouting, he heard every word loud

out of his head. Jonathan was Victor’s son? What kind

this man lost

and Susie had hidden the truth about his identity to protect him, afraid Victor might harm him if he ever found out. Who could’ve guessed this guy would twist things this

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a sharp tongue on a normal day,

go visit White or give your boys a call.

but smirk at Jonathan’s familiar brand of

mouth of his

cutting as Jonathan’s words were, Victor

him with elation. “No, you are my

as Susie. Back then, I was with Susie. She got pregnant with my child, but I had to return to my country for urgent business before you were born. By the time I came back, I was told she had died–and that you had died with her. I believed it. I was devastated. I went home alone, heartbroken. But it was all a lie. They lied to me. Lied

roared like

days, he had managed to piece together bits of information and

had come in a calm state, Jonathan might have been willing

like a madman–Jonathan

one sentence: “If your brain’s broken, go

that, he

but the