Chapter 592


    Winona was the daughter of the Zelinsky family of Zovince. After getting


    married in Yeringham, she had two sons with William Verkade. The eldest


    was Gautier, who had always been clever and steady and thus had never


    been a source of worry for her. Hubert, on the other hand, was a Mommy’s


    boy who spent his life drinking and partying. He couldn’t even clean up his


    own mess after getting into trouble, so he had always needed his mother


    and brother to look after him.


    In the eyes of others, Gautier was the pride of the Verkade family, whereas


    any mention of Hubert would be met with disdainfulughter from everyone.


    Therefore, everyone assumed that her favorite son had to be the former.


    Unbeknown to them, in the eyes of Winona, Gautier was indeed mature,


    steady, and likable, but he rarely opened his heart to her. On the contrary,


    Hubert was good for nothing, but he was the one in whom she invested ten


    times more affection and energy. In reality, Hubert was her actual favorite


    and the apple of her eye!


    Hubert wailed in Winona’s arms, “Mom, I got vited by several men, and it


    got live–streamed.., Ah! I don’t want to live anymore! How am I supposed to


    go on living?!” Tonight’s experience was absolutely the darkest chapter of his


    life! His body was aching all over, while his psychological wound burned


    within him like a dark me. I can never hold my head up high anymore!


    “How did this happen? How dare the Quillens do this to my son! I… I’ll never let


    them off for this, even if I’ll have to risk my own life!” Winona gnashed her


    teeth in hatred, her eyes red, her body shaking with rage; her round breasts


    trembled violently under her thin shirt. This was every mother’s normal


    reaction to seeing their son being bullied.


    “That’s right! We mustn’t let the Quillens off for this! I must kill Emmanuel with


    my own hands!” Hubert’s eyes gradually became bloodshot as well. With


    tears and snot all over his hideous face, he looked like an ugly demon from


    the deepest pit of hell.


    Gautier kept watching this scene in silence from a corner of the living room.


    He didn’t step forward, nor did he intend to say anything tofort his


    brother. Instead, he kept an expressionless face and was about to leave. The


    moment he turned around, however, he noticed a middle–aged man with a


    mustache standing behind him. “Dad!” he called the man.


    “Uh–huh.” William nodded slightly. Cloaked in a long overcoat, he had an


    unfathomable deepness about him, like ake of which one could never see


    the bottom. He asked Gautier, “Didn’t you attend the party at the Quillen


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    residence with your brother today? How did something like this happen to


    him?”


    “I don’t know either!” A bitter smile curved Gautier’s lip. “The Quillens didn’t


    seem to wee us very much, so I left in a hurry after toasting them. But


    Hubert kept on pestering Mackenzie after that, so he ended up like this.”


    William frowned while keeping his eyes fixed on Gautier. After that, he walked


    out with a sullen face to check on his younger son.


    Only then did Gautier walk out after him.


    At seeing William, Winona immediately pressured him. “William, you must


    avenge Hubert no matter what! I can never swallow such humiliation!”


    “I got it!” There was no room for William to refuse either. By doing this, the


    Quillens had no doubt dered war against the Verkades on all fronts. Now


    that his son had been subjected to such outrageous humiliation at the


    Quillen residence, the Verkades would no longer have the face to establish


    themselves in Yeringham if they just stood by and did nothing. “We, the


    Verkades, must take revenge for this! Even if we can’t, we’ll destroy the


    Quillen family along with us!” Then, he kicked the coffee table next to the


    couch, knocking it over and sending it rolling continuously on the floor.


    Gautier, however, remained expressionless. He knew very well that emotions


    sometimes didn’t mean power. The Verkades had tried various ways to deal


    with the Quillens and Mackenzie, even going so far as to send hitmen after


    them several times. If those tactics had worked, the Verkades wouldn’t be still


    being bullied by the Quillens until now.