Chapter 43: Revenge on the Tates

My dad pestered me, his exaggerated expression suggesting he was acting. He belittled me with everything he said, as if harboring a deep grudge. I laughed when I heard him—Troukha’thel. My anger flared.

I no longer tried to hide anything. "William Yates, I don't think highly of you," I said. He was the one who built up quite a fortune. This is how things are. The Yates family's achievements are largely due to me. The truth is, Touryme and I are connected. They hadn't expected me in the slightest. Det's chest heaved with anger. "How dare you say something so disrespectful to your father? Are you nude men when you haven't even stepped down yet? You're dreaming!"

I retorted, "When have I ever done anything to his family? My wife and I are putting in the most effort, and want to take back what's rightfully mine. That would be better than letting you spend it on some other woman." I've been married for more than twenty years. Men become corrupted when they have money, and even when they don't, a leopard doesn't change its spots. There's no hope.

"As he that minest of years, he couldn't wait to get his foot in the door, even when your actual wife was still around. What a slut. Don't you think so, Aunt Leni?"

Both Aunt Lexi and my dad's Escrivere were now at each other's throats. Only for the fact that I was still useful to him, he would have attacked long ago. "Say turapan—"

Meri Lesi immediately interrupted and protested fiercely. "Owen, what nonsense are you talking about? How can I be a homerickap?"

I smiled casually and said, "I didn't make that up. It was Jackson who told me himself."

At the sudden mention of his name, Jackson looked panicked and quickly denied it. "Mom, I didn't say anything!"

My dad didn't hesitate; he walked over to Jackson and opened his mouth to scold me, but I spoke first. "Look at your phone first and figure out the situation before you lose your—"

My anger was building, and he had turned bright red. However, he finally tapped on the voice recording I had sent him. That secretly recorded conversation happened when I bumped into Jackson at the restaurant the other day.

I slipped in and alluded to the ambiguous relationship between my dad and Aunt Lexi. When the two of them heard it, they both looked ready to explode. They turned almost purple with rage.

Both of them glared at Jackson. I was fascinated by the intense looks on their faces. Jackson was so frightened he looked as if his soul had left his body. He looked flustered as he tried to explain himself. "Moss, Uncle William, I fell into a—"

Aunt Lexi looked as black as thunder, and 'Wam was seething with anger. His eyes were bulging so much they looked as if they would pop.

Before I could say anything, Dad lunged at me and snatched my phone. Without a second thought, he tossed it into the fish tank. The phone sank to the bottom of the tank with a plop. Aunt Lexi scooped it out and checked it. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the screen remained black and undamaged, a sigh of relief as if they had just survived a terrible disaster.

I stood there, watching them bustle around, and chuckled as I shook my head. "What are you locking so smug about?" Jackson sounded confident again, laughing at how naive they all were. "Do you really think I wouldn't have backed up something so important!"

The tension immediately lessened. Beads of sweat rolled off Dad's brow, and he had gone red with anger. I spoke to him. "If you dare touch a single hair on my head today, I guarantee the entire company will find out about you and Aunt Lexi within three minutes. You've been trying to hide it because you're afraid you'll be embarrassed and that it will affect your position at the top. For years. You want to hit me? Fine. However, you're not the one who will be winning this. Try it and see what happens if you touch me?"

The chips still fall in the end, and a dead lord in the sacrificial villa. However, Jackson's mother was slapped. Dad hadn't held back at all, and he had put all his strength into that slap.

"Ow!" Jackson howled in pain. He stumbled and was sprawled on the floor. A bright red handprint appeared instantly on his face, and it was swelling up at an alarming speed.

And a seamanlike that she was shaking. She knelt down to check on his injuries.

I met the gaze of a broken man. My heart failed, and I almost yelled, "Wan, have you gone mad? Did you hit my son because you wanted Dufurpemer and Will Langet?" She yelled through gritted teeth, "That what for? I don't pull up that recording? Why cut the kindness that you brought up?"

She then turned to me and expressed her dissatisfaction. "Look at how manipulative your son is, and what a smooth talker he is." Jackson moved forward and slapped Aunt Lexi again and again without saying a word. My hand itched to slap him as much, but I felt delighted at the satisfying pressure. If it weren't for the restraints of the law, I would have dealt with my dad and Aunt Lexi myself.

My dad never gave my mom any money. He avoided giving her anything even when she was sick. We had still had to work day and night to take care of my ung dad, do the housework, When Aunt Lexi got pregnant before marriage, he came to the worst that my mom was pot-bellied and brought her home, staying for years taking care of her.

My men told me that Aunt Begi was the only person in the whole family who supported her.

Chapter: Revenge on the Yates

That was why I had been obedient in my previous life, and why I had treated both Aunt Lexi and Jackson well. However, I had found out later that Aunt Lexi and my dad had gotten involved a long time ago, and that Jackson was their illegitimate son!

At the time, I had used Yvette's repulsion and hatred of me to ruin the family I had once loved so deeply. I had also shattered my dad's impractical fantasies.

What pained me most was that Aunt Lexi had taken my dad's money and escaped with Jackson. That had been a point of great pain for me in my previous life.

My mom had spent her entire life living for other people. She had served another woman's husband and helped them raise their illegitimate son. What was even more laughable was that she had treated that homewrecker like her own sister and taken care of her for her entire life.

Everything my mom had done had ended up benefiting someone else. Even I, as her son, had never let her have an easy time of it. I had argued violently with her while I was courting Yvette.

I was going to pay back all of these family debts, one by one!

I had made Aunt Lexi dizzy with my constant stream of slaps and abuse, and she was slumped almost completely on the floor. Her face was burning with pain, and her eyes bulged as she stared at me, almost as if she could not believe that she had gotten beaten up.

"H-How dare you hit me?" Her voice was trembling.

"Why shouldn't I hit you? Don't you deserve to be hit?" My eyes were bright red, and I was fuming with anger. I could tell from a note in my voice that indicated that I was about to lose control, something I had never heard before.

I held her shoulders grimly and used the difference between our strength to make it impossible for her to break free. I slapped her hard several times again.

"What right do you have to lord it over me when you're a homewrecker? Is it just because you're my aunt and you're my elder?"

"Pitiful! You broke your older sister's family apart, and that makes you more despicable and more disgusting than any homewrecker in the world! You're more repulsive than a maggot in a cesspool!" I roared angrily. Every word I spoke seemed to be squeezed out from between my teeth.