Chapter 88


    Rowan''s icy re could have frozen hell over. His eyes bore into his son, Oliver, with a ferocity that


    seemed lethal.


    Oliver sat sprawled on the couch, returning the stare with a steely resolve that didn''t waver. They


    sat in opposition, the tension palpable between them, only a coffee table serving as a no man''s


    land.


    Oliver, with a look colder than Rowan''s, seemed almost heartless byparison.


    Rowan let out a scoff, his amusement thinly veiled. "Oliver, your mother''s been gone for ages, and


    you''re still holding that grudge against me?"


    "Don''t you dare speak about my mother! You''re not worthy of saying her name!" Oliver shot back,


    his voice crackling with intensity.


    Rowan''s smirk grew wider, his n seeminglying together. "Your mother always acted so high


    and mighty, never listening to my advice. She got what she deserved!"


    Rising to his feet, Oliver''s voice thundered, "Don''t you dare speak of my mother! Shut your mouth!"


    "Oliver, you''re telling me to shut up? Who do you think you are?" Rowan''s tone wasced with


    arrogance, a smirk ying at his lips as he stepped closer, looking down at Oliver with disdain. "If


    you''re so capable, kill me then. Isn''t that what you want? Go on, take your shot," he taunted,


    pointing to his temple with a wickedugh.


    Memories of his mother''s death flooded Oliver''s mind. His emotions spiraled out of control, his eyes


    reddening with rage as he reached out and grabbed Rowan by the throat.


    Gripping his father''s neck with a vengeance, Oliver poured all his strength into his grasp. Yet, as his


    breath began to falter, Rowan''s twisted smile remained as if he was a madman weing his


    demise.


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    When Rowan was gasping for air, Oliver flung him to the ground. Rubbing his bruised throat, Rowan


    rasped, "What''s the matter? nning to let me go? Are you not going to avenge your dear mother?"


    Locking eyes with Oliver, Rowan pulled out a handgun from his pocket and forced it into Oliver''s


    hand, then guided it toward his own chest. "Come on, shoot here! If you''ve got the guts, do it,


    Oliver!"


    Oliver''s eyes, seething with hatred, stayed fixed on Rowan. The trigger was moments away from


    being pulled, the bullet ready to pierce his father''s heart.


    "Oliver!"


    Just as the situation reached a critical point, Josefina arrived in the nick of time. She rushed to


    Oliver''s side and firmly grabbed his icy hand. "Oliver, put down the gun," she urged, her voice a


    soothing caress. Her warm gaze met his as she drew closer, gently lowering the gun from his grasp.


    Rowan was caught off guard by Josefina''s interruption. He felt his n unravel, stoking his anger


    even more. He pointed at Josefina, his voice loaded with usation, "Who the hell do you think you


    are, barging in like this?"


    Without hesitation, Oliver raised the gun and fired at Rowan''s hand. The bullet struck true, sending


    Rowan''s features into a painful contortion.


    As Josefina saw Rowan reel from the shot, she wrapped her arms around Oliver. "Oliver, please,


    calm down. Don''t do anything foolish."


    George had told her about Oliver''s situation, her heart aching withpassion and pity. Oliver''s


    resolve was astounding. Anyone else might have sumbed to despair long ago.


    Ignoring the wounded Rowan, Josefina clutched Oliver''s hand, then cradled his face. "Look at me,


    Oliver. It''s me, Josefina."


    Oliver''s eyes were bloodshot, the rage unsubsiding as he turned the gun towards Josefina.


    Upon witnessing this, Rowan erupted in sinisterughter. "Yes, that''s it. Pull the trigger, Oliver!"