The Born Winner (Jack and Katherine)

Chapter 265 The One Who Wants to Wear the Crown, Must Bear Its Weight

The voice was soft.

Yet it made Yael Quinn smile faintly.

When he turned around, he saw that Jack Hughes was looking at him with obscure eyes.

He shrugged his shoulders and put his hands behind his head.

"Sort of."

As he spoke, Yael’s gaze turned profound as he muttered.

"You know what? I used to be just like you. I had a mother who loved me so much that she was willing

to give me everything, even the stars in the sky."

"Our family was quite happy, and my parents doted me. I was part of the wealthy Quinn family in X City.

I do not need to worry about food and clothing. Although my father's position in the family wasn't too

high, he was smart after all. He made a good living in the Quinn family."

"But one day, I suddenly felt that the sky had fallen and the whole world had changed."

Speaking of this, Jack clearly saw that Yael’s deep eyes gradually surfaced with hatred and hostility.novelbin

"At that time, my mother had just gotten pregnant with her second child. Just laugh at me if you want.

In fact, I actually felt quite ridiculous knowing it at the time. After all, I was an adult at that time, and the

age gap was a bit big."

"But it is what it is. As an older brother, can I stop my parents?"

The cigarette burned out.

He slowly lowered his head and lit up another cigarette.

As he smoked it, he said.

"And then what happened!? My damn father betrayed my mother when she was pregnant with her

second child! He was always with a mistress in her twenties and didn't come home anymore. He didn't

even care about the family, and all the affairs of the Quinn family that he controlled were all put aside."

"This incident alarmed the entire Quinn family. Well, being in a wealthy family, they loved their

reputation. The Quinn family head intervened in this matter and strictly ordered my father to break up

with that mistress, or he would deprive my father of all the affairs he controlled in the family. But my

father said nothing, saying that he and that mistress were deeply in love."

The tone of his voice became a little angry.

Jack did not stop him and listened quietly.

He had closed himself off now.

This was the first time since he had actually talked to someone in the past week.

"Actually, I know what my father had in mind. He thought that he could do what he wanted as he was a

member of the Quinn family. Even though he would be deprived of all his affairs, but with the status of a

Quinn family member, he could still have a wealthy family and continue a damned love affair with that

mistress."

"At that time, my mother was so angry that she was hospitalized several times. I had also approached

that little mistress a few times. But she used my father’s affection towards her and threatened to get my

mother killed. The rise of a mistress?"

While saying that, he slowly raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist.

With hatred in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and said, "I really hate myself. I should have just strangled

her to death back then. There wouldn't have been the aftermath if I had done so."

"What happened?" Jack asked.

Yael held the cigarette in his right hand and rubbed his face.

When his hands left his face, his face was already full of chills.

"It was a night, and it was raining heavily. I remember very clearly that my father drank a lot of alcohol

as he was facing a lot of pressure from my mother, I, the Quinn family and the mistress. When the

mistress was crying, he was really about to kill my mother."

"Then he came home on a rainy night. It was the first time he'd been home ever since my mother was

eight months pregnant."

"And then, my damned father killed my mother. He then took out the baby in my mother's belly and

stabbed on the baby’s belly too!"

The pupils in Jack’s obscure eyes contracted.

At this moment, his brows were furrowed to the extreme.

The cigarette in his hand was twisted into two.

Yael’s body was trembling, his eyes were red and flushing with tears, but he was full of murderous

intent.

He raised his hands with a sobbing voice and gestured.

"You know what? When I returned home, I saw my mother lying down on the living room coffee table.

She was bleeding all over the floor. Her belly was ripped open. Her eyes were wide opened."

"And the baby was like a piece of trash, thrown on the floor in a pool of blood. The baby was already a

human form at eight months old. It was this big. I looked closely, and it should have been a younger

brother. There was still a knife stuck in his belly."

When he said this, his body trembled more and more.

His eyes were at times fearful, at times angry, and at times full of murderous intent.

The whole person was in a terrifying state.

"With just two stabs, my mother and brother were gone. My home was gone too. Do you think he and

that little mistress should be killed?"

"Of course!"

Jack spat out two words, coldly.

This was the first time he truly knew about Yael’s past.

No wonder both Yael and Mr. Ward who knew about this had always kept this matter a secret.

It was because this matter was too tragic and full of blood and tears.

Perhaps it was because family scandal should not be publicized, or maybe it was because Yael’s father

had been too beastly in what he had done. So, maybe that was why the Quinn family head had allowed

Yael to manipulate the stock market and make profit of tens of billions to gamble on his chance to live,

right?

"So yeah, we both had mothers who loved us equally, yet both died tragically."

Yael’s eyes quietly flowed tears, and his eyes slowly returned to normal, "If that time comes, I will

happily help you out. Anyway, I am a patricide beast. It is no big deal to do it again. If one day a big

thunderstorm strikes me then so be it."

"Thanks."

Jack said despondently.

Yael gave him a sidelong glance, rolled his eyes and said, "Look, what I went through was even more

painful than you. I also felt like the sky had collapsed at that time, and I had fallen into hell, but I

climbed out."

"I followed you because of you and your mother. If you can't climb out of hell now, I'll leave."

Jack looked at Yael, and his eyes once again became obscure.

He bowed his head, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, lit it and smoked it skillfully.

Snapped!

Yael slapped the cigarette at his mouth and sent it flying, "I ripped open my fucking wound and told you

my sad incident to cheer you up, don't you have any reaction at all?"

Jack calmly bowed his head, picked up his cigarette again and lit it.

"Jack, I know you're depressed and in pain. But you're not doing anything at all by closing yourself off

like this. You still have a lot of things to do, and a lot of people are worried about you."

Yael was a little emotional. Jack’s calmness gave him the urge to freak out, "You can cry, no one will

laugh at you. You can cry freely and painfully. After that, get up again and do what you need to do!"

However.

Jack remained calm and indifferent, and the smoke of the cigarette rose.

"Jack!"

Yael was furious and fought to smash his fist into Jack’s face, and at the same time, he also knocked

the cigarette away.

"As my mom said, I can't cry, the crown will fall off."

Jack slowly sat up. Half of his face was already swollen. But he still looked down and took his cigarette,

lit it, and then closed his eyes.

"You are qualified to wear the crown only if you cry out!"

Yael scolded sternly, "The one who wants to wear the crown, must bear its weight. This is the

experience you must go through to wear the crown. Only when you wear the crown, your mother will

not have died in vain!"

The voice echoed throughout the room.

It was also just as he was ranting out these words.

Jack closed his eyes and his eyelids trembled a little.

Two drops of tears silently flowed out from his eyes.