Female Novel
Chapter 551 Make Sacrifices In The Face of Success
“Not just under the throne, but even the path towards the throne is filled with corpses.”
Brent put on a wry smile, “Even though it’ll be unrespectful towards the old master for me to say this,
but so you think it was easy for the old master to become the head of Hughes family back then?”
“What do you mean?” Jack raised his brows.
Brent rubbed his nose, “The old master is a complete different person now compared to then. He’s
different even compared to when he saved me back then.”
Paused for a slight moment, Brent continued, “You only know that the old master went into the
deserted place alone and saved me when I was sent to my death sentence. But you don’t know how
much blood was shed in the process.”
Jack turned solemn.
Brent was clearly trying to imply something.
Brent then said, “Even though I wasn’t involved in the process of the old master fighting for the throne, I
do know about some of histories having followed around old master and Mr. Ward for a long time. If the
old master is a kind person, how would he be able to make Brown Hughes, the killer God, willingly be
sent to Black Hell?”
“I didn’t say my dad is a kind person, or else he wouldn’t be able to keep his tyranny over the Hughes
family all by himself and suppress even Madam Hughes.”
Jack shrugged, “I just feel that, these people…are innocent.”
“There’s no such thing as guilty or innocent.”
Brent put on a solemn face, “you have to make sacrifices in the face of success. That’s the reality. If
you want to fulfill your mother’s will and put her in glory, you have to accept the reality and understand
you need to make sacrifices in the face of success!”
Remaining silent, Jack’s eyes turned dim.
Ever since Mr. Ward came into the picture, his personality and ways of handling situation had been
evolving. There were evolutions following everything he experienced and lost.
But it was the topic he was having with Brent at this moment that he couldn’t seem to get over.
It wasn’t that this kind of situation hadn’t happen before. Mr. Ward told him something similar back
then.
The only difference was that Mr. Ward said it in an implicit way.
While Brent said it explicitly, as if instill the mindset into him.
“Do I really… have to make sacrifices in the face of success?” Jack lowered his head and muttered
helplessly.
Upon hearing that.
Brent’s eyes flashed and he forced a smile.
“If you don’t make the sacrifices, all those dear to you and around you will be the ones who’ll pay for
your conscience.”
Raising his head, Jack smile and put on a firm gaze, “What if I want them all?”
Brent stunned for a second and shook his head.
“I would love to see you do that if it’s possible. But I’ve never seen it, nor heard about it.”
Jack didn’t reply and just smiled.
He lied on the bed and didn’t continue the conversation.
Why would people assume something to be undoable just because no one had done it before?
……
The next morning.
The sun had just risen.
Mr. Ward opened the door to Jack’s ward with an exhausted expression on his face.
For his age, it was undoubtedly a huge burden to his body to go on an all-nighter.
Mr. Ward was worn out at this moment. He had on a pair of eye bags and blood-shot eyes.
But thinking of the possible consequences of this incident, he didn’t dare to take any break on the
matter. He wanted to pass this on to Patrick as soon as possible even if it meant him dying out of
exhaustion.
“Mr. Ward, had you passed everything to my dad?” Jack opened his eyes and felt bad for Mr. Ward
when he saw the shape he was in.
Mr. Ward nodded and said gravely, “I had passed on everything, the old master will take care of thenovelbin
rest. You don’t have to worry.”
Didn’t have to worry?
Jack felt grieve. How could he not be worried when his demise was right in front of him?
But he didn’t say anything and pointed towards the sofa, “Take a rest. You’ve worked all night, don’t tire
yourself out.”
Mr. Ward nodded, leaned into the sofa and closed his eyes.
Jack said to Brent, “Brent, please inform Daisy that I’m occupied for the day and can’t make time for
Amber. And ask her to make more breakfast. Bring the breakfast along when you go check on Lyndall
later, so he has something to eat if he has come to.”
Amber’s physic was at the moment in a fragile state.
Jack didn’t want to trigger her emotions with his own injuries. It would be bad for Amber’s well-being.
Lyndall was out of the ICU by dawn.
He did make it out of hazard, but it was another story when he could come to.
Just as Jack gave the order and Brent was about to leave.
Mr. Ward, who had just dozed off opened his eyes, “Remember not to mention a thing about what
happened yesterday. If he had come to, ask for young master and me, we’ll make him decide his own
fate.”
“Okay.”
Brent nodded and turned to leave.
Jack shot a glimpse at Mr. Ward, “I understand.”
Mr. Ward stared at the thick bandage on Jack’s arm, “One day is probably not enough for you to
recover. Amber is going to find out.”
Jack looked at his right arm and shook his head, “I’ll just make something up. I want to spend more
time with her. I feel bad with the condition she’s in.”
“Sigh…”
Sighing, Mr. Ward closed his eyes again and was soon snoring.
About noon.
A nurse opened the door and said, “Mr. Hughes, your friend has come to.”
Jack, who was browsing news on his phone, slowly put down the phone.
Why… didn’t he stay unconscious a little longer?
His face turned dim. His gaze started to lose focus.
After all, it was because of him that Lyndall was assaulted.
And the Powell family came into the picture with the clear stance of coming after Jack.
In another words, Lyndall was just a pawn who had been implicated into the mess.
Now because of what happened to the Powell family, Jack was being targeted, which cause many
more to be implicated, one of them being Lyndall.
Jack was still wavering with the situation.
“Mr. Ward.”
Before Jack said anything, Brent woke Mr. Ward up, “Lyndall had come to.”
Rubbing his eyes, Mr. Ward’s calm gaze turned cold and menacing.
He got up slowly, stretched his back, and looked at Jack, who was blanking out, “Let’s go, young
master.”
When he was saying that.
Brent had brought over the wheelchair.
Brent and Mr. Ward’s shared the exact same attitude towards this matter.
The duo carried Jack onto the wheelchair and they left the ward.
Jack was in a daze the whole time on their way to Lyndall’s ward.
As they approached, Jack’s hands, which were grabbing at the wheelchair’s armrest, tightened their
grip. Vitality gradually came back into his void eyes.
Mr. Ward took the lead to open the door and entered the ward.
Pushing Jack’s wheelchair, Brent followed behind.
The moment they entered the ward, Jack’s expression turned grave and his heart throbbed hard.
Lyndall… this was on you now!