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 been injecting

enfeebled and withering, denying him even the strength

the case for the present. Once injected, they immediately threw him down on the floor, not

and there

never getting

being able to die... left him wishing he was

he reared his head and

of your life because Irene Spencer is dead! Hahaha... I tried everything, even slipping into Zachary Slate's wedding and having an

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

I didn't really lose-l killed Irene

of Irene's name left

one who sent that note at

had certainly been careless-he should have been more wary, and Irene would

"I don't want to hear

director understood and had someone gag Ian before having him

with the director in

Hill Mental Asylum would

alive,"

keeping a constant eye on

Isaac got into his car without another word and headed to

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