Chapter 102: Let Me Kill Him
Irritated, Casimir snapped, “Do you want to end up in jail for murder? You didn’t just hit some random guy; you hit someone from the Lorimer family. If this turns into a murder case, not even your father will be able to save you!”
Samuel’s fists remained tightly clenched. His dark eyes blazed with a fury that refused to accept defeat. Eventually, he exhaled sharply, choosing to hold back from further action.
A bodyguard hurried over, handing Jeremiah a white handkerchief. Jeremiah wiped the blood from his face, then locked eyes with Casimir and Samuel. Suddenly, a cold laugh escaped his lips.
“Well, well, who do we have here? Casimir, are you joining the fight to avenge your beloved ex-fiancée?”
Casimir met his icy gaze with a calm, unreadable expression. “Gentlemen, settle matters with words, not fists. Unlike you two, I don’t stoop to childish brawls in public.”
“Oh, so you’re a gentleman now, huh? If you’re so refined, why can’t you stop obsessing over my fiancée!” Jeremiah’s dark eyes burned with icy sarcasm. “What’s with that pebble bracelet you gave her! Trying to win her over? Too bad—I smashed it to bits. And let me tell you, every time you give her something, I’ll make sure it’s destroyed.”
Jeremiah gritted his teeth, his gaze fixed on Casimir with a ferocity akin to a wild beast. It was clear he wanted nothing more than to tear him apart.
Casimir knew he was in the wrong. He couldn’t forget about Raylee, even insisting that she wear the bracelet he had given her. Instead of addressing Jeremiah’s words, Casimir shifted to defending Raylee.
“Why did you hurt Raylee? Do you even consider her your fiancée? Have you ever thought about spending the rest of your life with her? If you don’t love her, then let her go. Don’t hurt her.”
Jeremiah’s eyes glinted with a hint of amusement. “So, you’re really in love with her, aren’t you? If you love her so much, then why did you hurt her? You’re no different from her so-called caring brother. If anything, you might be worse.”
“I never hurt her!” Casimir retorted defensively.
“Have you lost your memories?” Jeremiah replied with a biting smirk. “She just spent four years in prison, and the Goodridge family, including you, played no small part in putting her there.”
Casimir fell silent; Jeremiah’s words had struck him at his sore spot. He knew the truth—he was just as guilty as Jeremiah. The pain he had caused Raylee, the debt he owed her, could never be repaid in this lifetime.
Jeremiah let out a cold laugh. “Casimir, aren’t we two of a kind? Neither of us has the right to judge the other. Oh, wait—actually, I do have that right! Do you even realize that Ray—Ray spent her first three years in District Nine Prison? Do you have any idea what a nightmare that place is? I spent a year there myself, went through hell, and even that felt like nothing compared to what she endured. I couldn’t even last a year, yet you left her there for three. The fact that she survived at all is downright terrifying. Compared to the harm I’ve caused, the damage you’ve inflicted is beyond comprehension. So yes, I absolutely have the right to judge you!”
“That’s all in the past now. I’ll make it up to her in the future,” Casimir responded, his voice barely a whisper.
“A future! Do you really think she even wants one with you? Don’t kid yourself. The damage you’ve done to her is irreversible. If she doesn’t hate you already, you should count yourself lucky!”
“That’s my concern, and I swear, I’ll never hurt her again! Jeremiah, I’m telling you now, if you so much as lay a finger on her again, I won’t let it slide! Even if the Sutherland family doesn’t match the Lorimer family in power, I’m more than capable of dealing with an illegitimate child like you.”
Samuel, gritting his teeth, interjected, “Caz, don’t waste your breath on this lunatic. The more you engage with him, the more he’ll act out.”
“Samuel, you know me so well! Since you understand me so perfectly, why don’t you take a guess at what I’ll do to Ray—Ray next time?” Jeremiah, his brows furrowed and stained with blood, gave him a challenging look.
Overcome with frustration, Samuel snatched the gun from Casimir’s hand and aimed it directly at Jeremiah.
“Samuel, don’t be reckless!”
Just as Samuel was about to pull the trigger, Casimir lunged forward, grabbing him in an embrace and causing the gun to veer off target. The bullet struck Jeremiah’s sports car instead.
Missing his mark, Samuel seethed with rage. “Caz, why did you stop me? Let me kill him!”
Taking advantage of the moment, Casimir quickly disarmed Samuel and flung the gun far away, ensuring no further reckless actions could occur.