Female Novel
Chapter 550 Decision
As Mr. Ward spoke.
The atmosphere inside the ward suddenly became serious.
Jack felt cold all over, his head seemed to be exploding.
He didn’t refute Mr. Ward’s words because what he said was indeed the most terrible issue right now.
Being at the top of the pyramid, the Hughes family was already the strongest. It stood among the
clouds and looked down at the other powerful families like ants.
A Long Thriving Noble Family which was even more powerful when compared to the Hughes family.novelbin
If they really wanted vengeance and pursue the matter to the end, it was going to be catastrophic for
Jack.
It would undoubtedly be a “ death punishment from the heavens”!
Right now, it wasn’t about considering why someone from Powell Family wanted to kill Jack.
Instead, it was about worrying how to stay unscathed through the possible fury from the Powell Family
and survive.
Even though, the person from of the Powell Family was not personally killed by Jack.
But it was reason enough that the person from the Powell Family wanted to kill Jack and died during
the assassination process.
A man’s talent and wealthy might turn to be guilty sometimes.
What was more, right now it was not talent or wealthy, but a person from Powell Family.
“Huh…”
After a while, Jack exhaled heavily and looked at Mr. Ward, “Report it all to my father truthfully.”
There was none of his previous calmness and composure in his face, nor was there the pride in the
ability to turn the tide.
This time, Jack really felt like the sky had fallen.
His current strength was simply not enough to bear the consequences of this incident.
He could only rely on his father.
“Okay!”
Mr. Ward got up and walked out.
The ward became deadly quiet.
After the conversation, Jack had a newfound understanding towards this world.
But it also made the air inside the ward feel frozen and faded, making him feel suffocated.
Brent had been already feeling dull.
What Mr. Ward had said was completely different form his own experiences over so many years. It was
completely beyond his understanding.
From the beginning till the end, Brent had been similar to insects like ants.
“Are you afraid?”
Jack’s voice sounded in his ears.
Brent finally recovered. He subconsciously clenched his fists before picking up the glass, pouring
himself a glass water. He drained it in one gulp.
Then he walked over to the sofa desolately and slumped down, rubbing his face ruthlessly.
Looking up at the ceiling for a few seconds, he sighed faintly, “I have never before felt how small I am.”
Jack twitched the corners of his mouth and forced an ugly smile.
Indeed.
Brent’s experience was rich enough, so much so that, even if his identity and status were both thrown
away, it was still enough to overwhelm the richest man in the city.
Such existence, yet it was still small and powerless.
Ridiculous?
Not ridiculous!
Only frightening!
Even Jack himself felt this way.
He had strived very hard in order to put on the crown as the Hughes family patriarch, and to sit calmly
on the position of the head of the family.
In his eyes, the Hughes family was already the extreme limit of power in the world.
However, now Mr. Ward had told him that something existed that was the same as the Hughes family,
or even stronger.
For him, this was no different than his whole view of the world collapsing!
Brent looked at Jack, his gaze deep, “That master in the forest, was he harming you or helping you?”
He questioned unabashedly.
Looking at a frowning and contemplating Jack, Brent continued his question, “Could he be that master
who designed the game with in the game to create the blood feud for you to kill the person from Powell
Family?”
The corners of Jack’s eyes trembled.
At this moment, he felt like his chest was filled with heavy stones making him feel horribly suffocated.
At the same time his complexion darkened. The thoughts in his mind were like entangled threads,
messy and jumbled.
He shook his head vigorously.
“I am not sure. But at least for a moment, he did help me. If he hadn’t done anything, Lyndall and I
would have died at the hands of the Powell Family. The person from the Powell Family is dead and I
am still alive. I see it as helping me and saving me.”
Brent’s lips moved silently as if he was going to say something but then he hesitated.
The ward fell silent again.
The Powell Family’s token hung over Jack’s head like a double-edged sword.
This sword was going to fall and kill him when the Powell Family was going find out that their person
was killed and they were going to release their anger on him.
After waiting for about half an hour.
Mr. Ward, who had walked out of the ward, finally returned with and indifferent expressions.
“What did dad say?”
Jack asked first.
Mr. Ward walked to the sofa, picked up the Powell Family token and carefully put it in his bag.
Then he said to Jack, “He asked me to bring the token back to the Hughes family house and for you to
not care about this anymore.”
Not care about this anymore?!
Jack was caught off-guard. He frowned deeply.
‘All this is related to my life! How can I not care about it anymore?’
A wave of melancholy surged inside his heart making his expressions really unsightly.
However, he also knew that he couldn’t control this matter at all.
There was no other way except to hand over his life to his father and let him control it!
“I will quickly go and come back.”
Jack nodded and looked at Mr. Ward with hopeful eyes, “Can you really not tell me anything at all?”
Mr. Ward had been away for half an hour. If it was only such a brief request then he would not have
taken so long.
“I can’t! But you father reassures you to not worry.”
Mr. Ward lowered his voice to the lowest possible level, “In addition, this matter must be kept a secret.
Except for us three living souls, the others who died will never reveal the secret.”
Jack’s body trembled as his brain exploded.
He suddenly remembered the dozens of people who worked for the Hughes family who participated in
the search tonight.
Mr. Ward’s words were clearly pointing towards… silencing them for knowing too much.
In an instant, Jack’s mind was blown out of his skull.
His heart constricted fiercely.
That was… dozens of lives!
Mr. Ward seemed to know what was going on in Jack’s mind. He said in a deep voice, “Master, if you
continued to be disturbed by such things, the soft-heartedness and mercy will only be reserved for the
dead.”
Jack’s eyes flickered, his gaze changing continuously.
In the end, he looked up at Mr. Ward, “What about Lyndall?”
Mr. Ward hesitated for a few seconds.
Then he said, “When he wakes up, he doesn’t need to know about Powell Family. You, me or Brent
cannot mention anything to him. We only need to see his attitude towards you, Master Jack. You saved
his life. If he submits sincerely then he can live. If he is not sincere then Brent will kill him on the spot.”
With his words, the intention to kill rose cold and strong in the ward.
After Mr. Ward had left.
Only then Jack was able to recover. He smiled bitterly, “This is just like putting Lyndall’s life in his own
hands and giving him a multiple-choice question to choose one between the two.”
Brent said, “Master, I think Mr. Ward is right about this matter. For your safety, the less people alive the
better.”
Shrugging his shoulders, Brent comforted Jack, “We don’t want to kill him forcefully but rather give him
the choice. Whether he lives or dies; it all depends on his mind.”
“What do you think he will choose?” Jack asked.
Brent expressions stiffened. He smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Jack rubbed his nose. His eyes were deep as he laid on the hospital bed looking up at the ceiling.
He mumbled softly and helplessly.
“Could it be… that under the gleaming throne, there are bound to be heaps of bones of the
dead?”