Chapter 229 It Hurts
Preston’s chest tightened. He rushed over, pulling her up. “Are you okay?”
“I–it hurts so much… Preston….”
“Jude, why would you hurt me? What did I do wrong?” Kyla lifted her tear-streaked face at Jude, acting like the wounded victim. She couldn’t believe he stabbed her in front of everyone.
Jude calmly pulled out a handkerchief, wiped the blood away, and didn’t even look her way.
Alfie smirked. “You call him like you’re close, but do you even know he hates it when women crowd him? Especially the hypocritical ones chasing money and status?”
Alfie or Maurice might’ve just brushed her off, but Jude didn’t think in terms of men or women. There were only people he could stand and people he couldn’t. If someone ticked him off, it didn’t matter who she was. He’d handle her without hesitation.
Kyla gasped, crying harder, her eyes red and swollen. Of course, she knew that. Jude, the head of DY Group, wasn’t into women. He had a bad temper, was cold-blooded, and controlled people’s fate. But then why could Tilda sit calmly beside him? Why did Jude let Tilda be close, even showing her a softer side? Not just Jude–Alfie and Maurice were relaxed around her as well. Why not Kyla?
“Jude, wasn’t that too harsh? Kyla’s still a girl,” Preston said, trying to defend her.
“Keep your girlfriend in line. That was the first warning. Next time, I won’t hold back.” Jude’s expression stayed cold. He didn’t even bother to glance at Preston. His voice was sharp and final, like a death sentence.
Preston, usually full of himself, suddenly went silent. He didn’t even dare breathe too hard, let alone argue back. It felt like a blade was pressed against his neck. It might slice deeper if he spoke again. For Jude, cutting him down would be effortless.
Sure, they were family by blood, but Jude never saw it that way. In his world, people were either valuable or they weren’t. Preston knew that for Jude, his whole branch of the family was worthless, maybe even worse off than Jarrett, who did nothing but play games all day.
That truth burned inside Preston. He hated how far below Jude he was. All he could do was grit his teeth and promise himself he’d rise. Just wait, Jude. One day, I’ll pay you back for all this humiliation–with extra on top!
“Kyla, let’s–”
“Jude, don’t take it the wrong way! Preston and I are like siblings. There’s nothing between us.”
Preston was just about to tell Kyla they should get her injury treated, but before he could say anything, she cut him off. She cried as she rushed to clear things up.