When Estre came back to town, Jason was definitely ticked off about her constant divorce talk, not to


    mention the out-of-the-blue baby drama and her teaming up with Serene. So when Estre denied


    Isaac’s identity, Jason didn’t bother to dig deeper. After all, the kid did look barely a year, old, and Drew


    had dug up some dirt about a past boyfriend.


    However, after all the dust had settled and Jason’s temper cooled, he couldn’t help but look at Isaac


    with a new suspicion.


    Bryceughed out loud when he heard Jason’s probing questions. He stopped in his tracks, turned to


    Jason and said, “If you’re that curious, why didn’t you just ask Estre?”


    With a pat on Jason’s shoulder, Bryce added, “I’m heading back to the office, bro. You mull it over.”


    With a wave over his shoulder, Bryce left Jason standing there, contemting.


    Jason didn’t turn back to find Estre. Instead, he made his way to the hospital’s open-air parking lot.


    Drew opened the back door and reported to him. “Mr. Jason, the person has


    been taken there.”


    “Take me there,” Jason said, his voice detached.


    Half an hourter, they pulled up in front of an abandoned factory that bore the sign ‘Nelson


    International.’ Inside, Drew pointed out “Mr. Jason, this is Gay, the big cheese of Gctic Enterprises.”


    The man appeared to be in his fifties, dressed in a ck suit. His once neatlybed hair was now


    somewhat disheveled. Both of his hands were tied behind his back, giving him a disheveled and


    distressed appearance,


    “Mr. Jason. Drew,” the guards and the attendants quickly greeted Jason when they sa


    him arrive.


    Gay stood up quickly from his chair when he saw Jason, his voice pleading, “Mr. Jason.” Then he


    stammered out, “Mr. Jason, I’ve been racking my brain since your men grabbed me, and for the life of


    me, I can’t figure out how I could’ve crossed you.” Jason was a big fish, not someone Gay could ever


    hope to cross.


    Listening to his plea, Jason began rolling up his shirt sleeves, turned to Drew and asked, “You’re sure


    about this? No mistakes?”


    “Mr. Jason, we’ve checked everything. ChemiSphere is a subsidiary of Gctic Enterprises, and those


    vigers were organized. We’ve detained the ringleaders,” Drew reported, his tone serious.


    Gay had a hunch he knew what this was about, but he wasn’t quite sure. He ventured, “Mr. Jason, are


    you referring to this morning’s incident at Glimmering Lake? There’s been a misunderstanding, I assure


    you. I had no knowledge of this.”


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    In truth, Gay was the one who’d ordered the vigers to block the road and obstruct the court’s


    sampling, but now he couldn’t fathom how this had enraged Jason.


    As Gay fumbled for an exnation, Jason flexed his neck muscles and said with calm menace, “My


    wife fractured her left leg. I’d say breaking both of yours is fair y.”


    Gay’s realization hit him like a ton of bricks-the injuredwyer from that morning was Jason’s wife.


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    However, Gay hadn’t heard that Jason was married, let alone knowing that thewyer was his wife.


    Otherwise, Gay would have fiercely protected her, ensuring that no oneid a finger on her.


    As Gay frantically tried to clear the air, Jason simply picked up a piece of discarded pipe that Drew


    handed him.


    Seeing the pipe, Gay’s soul nearly left his body. “Mr. Jason, this isn’t right. You’re crossing a line. Your


    wife’s awyer, and you should-”


    His babbling was cut short as Jason swung the heavy pipe down onto Gay’s leg. The sound of


    shattering bone was followed by Gay’s screams of agony.


    Cradling his injured leg, tears streaming down his face, Gay whimpered, “Mr. Jason, I didn’t do it on


    purpose, I swear.”


    Jason’s gaze remained icy as he struck again, leaving Gay not knowing which leg to clutch.


    A cry of pain filled the room as Jason coldly tossed a water pipe on the floor. Gritting his teeth, Gay


    sternly said, “Jason, you are knowingly breaking thew. I…”


    pping the dust off his hands, Jason retorted nonchntly, “And if I did break they so what?”


    Sometimes, you can’t reason with certain people; a straightforward and ruthless method can work


    better.


    Doubled over in pain, Gay hadn’t expected Jason, who seemed so sophisticated, to be so brutal in his


    actions. Jason’s strikes had just resulted in apound fracture for Gay, who wouldn’t be walking


    properly until at least this time next year.


    “Jason”, Gay hissed, “don’t take advantage of the Nelson family’s high status to act so recklessly.


    Fortune changes with time, and you too could take a fall one day.”


    Jason’s only response to Gay’s anger and despair was tomand the head bodyguard, “Don’t let him


    off easy.” With that, Jason pocketed his hands and walked away.


    Jason admitted that he wasn’t a saint. He was domineering, sometimes cruel, but he never targeted the


    innocent or gambled with others’ lives for profit.


    Even though the divorce papers with Estre were signed, in Jason’s heart, she was still


    his wife, and nobody was allowed to mess with her.


    Since his youth, Jason had fought countless battles and hurt many people for Estre. When she was


    cornered by some thugs in her sophomore year, Jason had made sure they’d regret it for life.


    Kristin had shelled out a pretty penny over the whole debacle, yet Jason had kept Estre in the dark


    about it until now.


    When Jason returned to the Nelson family estate in the evening, Kristin nced up from her book and


    greeted him with a casual, “You’re back.” Without missing a beat, she returned to her reading.


    Curious, Jason approached and caught a glimpse of the title in Kristin’s hands, his face instantly


    twisted with disdain.


    The Strategies of Love? What was she up to, at her age?


    Sensing a shadow of scrutiny looming overhead, Kristin looked up to meet Jason’s gaze. When their


    eyes locked, Kristin, noticing theplexity in Jason’s expression, ventured, “I think there’s still a


    chance to salvage things between you and Estre.”


    Jason had quietly filed for divorce, and Kristin had given him an earful for not consulting the family first.


    After ruminating for over a month at home, Kristin’s conviction only grew stronger that they should


    patch things up. After all, the two had known each other since childhood and had been together for so


    many years. Plus, Estre was the only daughter-inw she ever approved of.


    Suppressing a yawn, Jason replied, “Well, you mull it over, I’m off to hit the hay.”


    “Hold on, son. Don’t you walk away on me. I need you on board with this n,” Kristin protested, trying


    to keep the conversation going. “And about Estre’s child, you would mind, right? You’d treat him as


    your own, wouldn’t you? After all, once you two get back together, you’re bound to have more kids.”