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.

since he had been brought in, they had

and withering, denying him even the

was exactly the case for the present. Once injected, they immediately threw him down on the floor, not afraid that he

the strength, and there was a

never getting

able to die... left

his

everything, even slipping into Zachary Slate's wedding and having an attendant send her that note. I would've caught her if she fell for it

turned my sights on your kid while you're gone, and it worked perfectly! My whole plan went

I'm now your prisoner, I didn't really

mention of Irene's name left Isaac's expression

was the one who sent that note at Zachary's

been

he growled, "I don't want

had someone gag Ian

then left the room with the director in

Hill Mental Asylum would not be still standing if not for

him alive," Isaac

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

without another

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