Chapter 453

Isaac stood loftily as he looked down upon Ian as if he were an ant.

"I told you-you would wish you were dead."

Ian stayed lying sprawled haggardly on the floor, his spite almost consuming himself.

His hands were shaking endlessly and his veins were bulging over the back of his hand!

They were both Jeffersons, and yet he had lost everything including his own dignity, while Isaac remained perched on his lofty branch.

Losing again was already humiliating, but he had to lose so thoroughly too!

Pushing himself up from the floor, his facial features contorted with rage even as he growled, "You're just scared, Isaac Jefferson. You're not manly enough to kill me with your bare hands. Do it if you dare, don't give me a reason to belittle you."

He suddenly dashed toward Isaac in a last-ditch effort to kill him, but was subdued the instant he moved.

"Time for your meds, Ian," the director of the asylum said just then.

Ian struggled violently, but he was too weak to free himself.

brought in, they had

muscles enfeebled and withering, denying him even the strength to kill

immediately

strength, and there was a tracker

was never getting

able to die...

so, he reared his head and laughed

slipping into Zachary Slate's wedding and having an attendant send her that note. I would've

on your kid while you're gone, and it worked perfectly!

I'm now your prisoner, I didn't really lose-l killed Irene

name

who sent

certainly been careless-he should have been

he growled, "I don't

director understood and had someone gag Ian before

left the room with the director in tow,

Mr. Jefferson!" the director quickly said. "Blue Hill Mental Asylum would not be still standing if

him alive," Isaac said

the director assured him. "We will be keeping a constant eye on

without another word

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