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.

in, they had

his muscles enfeebled and withering, denying him

they immediately threw him down on the floor,

have the strength, and there

never

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

he reared his head and laughed

is dead! Hahaha... I tried everything, even slipping into Zachary Slate's wedding and having an attendant send her that note. I would've caught her

on your kid while you're gone, and it worked perfectly! My whole plan went so smoothly just because you

prisoner, I didn't really lose-l

Irene's name left

the one who sent that note at

been more wary, and Irene

growled, "I don't want to hear

director understood and had someone gag Ian before

satisfied, Isaac then left the room with the director in tow, saying,

said. "Blue Hill Mental Asylum would not be still standing

keep him alive," Isaac said

eye on him, and he will eventually lose his mind, mingling with

without another word and

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