Chapter 246
Chapter 246: The Patriarch’s End
Edrick
I hated to say it, but Moana looked more beautiful than ever as she practically assaulted my evil father
on the backwn.
“He’s no threat,” she said as she released her grip on his shirt and let him fall back to the ground, then
turned and walked back to meet me. “The knife is gone. He’s just an angry old man now and nothing
more.”
Moana was right; the knife was indeed gone. It shattered when Michael tried to stab her with it.
During those moments when the knife was plunged into her belly, it felt as though my heart stopped. I
watched in horror as the knife disappeared into her belly. When my father pulled it out, it was covered
in blood and he had a maniacal grin on his face.
But something happened then. She became enveloped in that golden light again, only this time it was
even brighter and more blinding than before. I thought she was dying, but it turned out that she healed
instantly. If my father had stabbed her just milliseconds earlier, he certainly would have killed her.
She was already shifting by the time he stabbed her. Although the knife pierced her skin, the wound
closed immediately on its own. I remembered seeing the golden light grow. The knife burst into a
million pieces. Shards of it went flying through the air and rained down on my father and me like a
hailstorm.
I didn’t remember anything after that other than my consciousness fading in and out of existence as
Moana tried to heal me.
I thought for sure that I would die. And I did die, for a short time. But not for long. Moana persevered,
just like she always did. When I woke up, she was standing over me as Iid on the dining table, and
all I wanted to do was kiss her.
She was like my guardian angel.
In an odd way, I was d that she identally healed my father. I didn’t want him to die. I wanted him
to suffer throughout the remainder of his miserable little existence, locked away in a cell somewhere to
rot.
“You w***e!” Michael screeched, shaking me out of my deep train of thought. “I would have killed you
anyway, regardless of whether you were the Golden Wolf or not! All you’ve ever done is ruin my family
and taint my bloodline!”
Moana opened her mouth to retaliate, but I grabbed her arm and shook my head. The security guards
were already dragging Michael to his feet. I gave Moana a squeeze before I walked over to face him.
His face was beet red and covered in his own sweat, blood, and dirt from the ground. He growled and
snarled like a rabid animal, practically foaming at the mouth as he struggled against the security
guards.
His face was beet red and covered in his own sweat, blood, and dirt from the ground. He growled and
snarled like a rabid animal, practically foaming at the mouth as he struggled against the security
guards.
“Go on and humiliate yourself, Michael,” I said, not even wanting to refer to this monster as my own
father anymore. “You’re not escaping now. Do you have anyst words before I send you off to prison,
where you belong?”
Michael let out a low, angry growl. “You’ve betrayed your family, Edrick,” he whispered, spittle flying out
of his mouth as his body shook. “You’ve chosen that… that scum over your own flesh and blood. You
will rue the day that you made that mistake. Mark my words.”
I couldn’t help butugh. “You’re so wildly misguided that it’s almost pathetic,” I said, pushing my
sleeves up to my elbows. “I’m not the one who ruined this family, and neither is Moana. You have no
one to me but yourself.”
Michael’s face darkened and his eyes went wide. “What?” he said. “Have you gone mad?”
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I shook my head and took a step back, preparing myself to do what I should have done years
beforehand as I curled my fingers into a fist and pulled my arm back.
“I haven’t,” I replied, tilting my chin down while the security guards continued to hold Michael in ce
by either arm, leaving his face free and clear for me. They knew what I was nning on doing to him.
“But you have if you think that you didn’t already ruin this family over twenty years ago when you
decided to cheat on my mother.”
Michael’s eyes widened. He opened his lips to speak, but before anything could evene out, I
pulled my arm back a little more as though I was drawing an arrow. I then let my fist go, and watched
with satisfaction as it flew straight into my evil father’s jaw.
His head reeled backwards, and blood instantly began pouring out of his nose. All of a sudden, I felt a
hand on my arm and looked down to see Selina standing there with a stern look on her face.
I thought that she was going to scold me for hitting my father, but she didn’t.
“Here.” She pulled her handkerchief out of her pocket and gave it to me. “To wipe the blood off of your
fist.”
I couldn’t help butugh. The old housekeeper then turned to face Michael, and stormed up to him
while he was still groaning over his broken nose. I watched in awe as she reached out and grabbed a
handful of his shirt, pulled him down to her level, and then spat in his eye.
“I’ve always hated you,” she growled. “And just so you know, there has never been a single time in
which I didn’t spit in your tea when you came to visit.”
With that, Selina stomped on my father’s foot, causing him to yowl in even more pain while her spit
dripped down his cheek, then picked up her skirt and stormed back off to the house. The security
guards and I howled inughter.
Finally, I turned around to see Moana standing behind me. She was holding E, and was carrying her
back to the house. I watched them leave, and couldn’t help but smile at the image of Moana’s red hair
billowing in the wind as she walked back to the house.
“What should we do with him?” one of the security guards asked over my dad’s howls of pain.
I simply shrugged as I wiped the blood off of my knuckles.
“Take him to the police,” I said. “Tell them everything.”
“Y-You’ll regret this.” My father’s voice was hoarse and choked, and yet he was still bbering on. “I’ll
give it a week, and then you’ll see how you wish that b***h was dead.”
I just shook my head. “You’re wrong, Michael,” I said, stuffing the bloody handkerchief that I used to
clean my knuckles in his shirt pocket. “In fact, you’ve never been more wrong in your life. I’ll give it a
week, and then you’ll wish that you were dead.”
My dad just scowled at me. I waved my hand dismissively, then turned to join my family back at the
house.
“Don’t worry about being gentle with him,” I said to the guards over my shoulder. “Be as rough as you
want. In fact, I’ll give a raise to whoever is the roughest.”
Behind me, I heard the sounds of my father being roughed up by the security guards. But I wasn’t
concerned about that, as all I saw when I looked up was Moana’s beautiful face looking out at me from
the doorway, and her hand on her belly.