The Born Winner (Jack and Katherine)

Chapter 753 A Bitter Pill To Swallow

“Beg Mr. Hughes for forgiveness!” Sampson raged and shoved Truman with his leg.

“Dad…” Truman whimpered pitifully on the ground. He was completely dumbfounded when he realized

Jack’s identity. What he had considered as his pride was insignificant in Jack’s eyes and to think that

he was so blatantly arrogant about it. He had never experienced such a loss of face.

“Apologize!” Sampson gritted his teeth and demanded, “In the real world, you must know when to

apologize for your mistakes and take the punishment like a man. Mr. Hughes had already spared your

life by asking me to come personally to redeem you. If you still don’t come to your senses, then don’t

blame me for disowning you!” Sampson shook in anger as he yelled.

His threat of disowning Truman was the final straw that broke the camel’s back. He looked back

reluctantly at Cissie who was held back by Morrison.

Bash!

Sampson noticed Truman’s gaze, kicked him again and yelled, “How dare you look at that jinxed

woman? Don’t you know that she was making use of you?”

In the face of his father’s rage, Truman was already a broken man. He turned towards Jack slowly,

bowed deeply, and begged, “I’m sorry Mr. Hughes. Please forgive me for my misgivings.”

Jack slowly leaned towards Truman and stared directly into his eyes and said, “Next time, remember to

find out more about the people you deal with. It was very awkward when I saw you with Cissie.” What

Jack said burnt strongly within Truman.

Jack waved his hand and said to Sampson, “You may leave with your son. Make sure both of you

remember what happened today.”

Sampson heaved a sigh of relieve and expressed his gratitude towards Jack, “Sampson will always

remember Mr. Hughes’ graciousness. The Russell family of Sunam will be at your disposal even if we

have to walk through the fires of hell.”

After saying, Sampson grabbed Truman to his feet and dragged him out of there.

“Truman…” Cissie whimpered as if the sky had fallen.

Truman was her only protection and hope. She intentionally captured Truman’s heart so that she may

survive through this. But the appearance of Sampson totally dashed her hopes like a burst bubble. She

noticed Truman’s reluctance to abandon her but he could not defy Sampson.

Truman did not respond to Cissie’s cries and very quickly disappeared from her sight.

It was deadly quiet inside and outside the courtyard.

Morrison grabbed onto Cissie and said coldly, “Cissie, you rebelled against the head of the family and

broke the family regulations. These are serious offenses and will be severely punished today!”

“Uncle Morrison…” Cissie’s petite body trembled as she looked horrified at Morrison.

Morrison was cold-blooded and did not waiver to her cries for mercy and replied, “I’ll punish you

personally!” His remark was like a huge formless hand that pushed Cissie into the depths of

hopelessness.

Her face instantly turned pale from hopelessness and horror. Morrison’s cold steadfastness dashed her

last thread of hope. She even wanted to say that she did it for the Quinn family. But now Morrison had

declared that he was going to personally mete out the punishment so what was there left to plead?

Cissie suddenly collapsed and started to wail desperately. She started to crawl on fours out of the room

and towards Jack and Amelia. Cissie started to beg, “Mr. Hughes, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, please forgive

me…”

Jack shook his head and then looked at Amelia and said to Cissie, “You should beg Amelia.”

Cissie immediately shifted and grabbed onto Amelia’s lower leg and begged, “Amelia, I was wrong, it

was my mistake. I am a conniving bitch. You are honorable and gracious, please forgive me…”

“It’s too late!” Amelia replied with a frosty dismissal and kicked Cissie away. Although Amelia had a

gentle character, she was not a saint. She knew that all these were done by Jack to help her exert her

dominance. If she relented and forgave Cissie, then she would have wasted all of Jack’s efforts.

Being merciful to one’s enemies was the worse one could do to oneself. Amelia personally experienced

this after dealing with numerous issues. If she allowed the dignity of the head of the family to be

attacked with no consequences, then there would be other ‘Cissie’ that would emerge in the future.

Cissie laid on the ground in total despair. Amelia’s kick ended any of her hopes for mercy. She was in

an extremely sorrowful state.

Jack simply said, “Go to the main courtyard, Morrison will settle it.” After saying, he turned to look at

Morrison and Morrison nodded in agreement.

The autumn wind was bleak and gloomy as it blew the leaves around the courtyard.

There was the desperate wailing while the other three stood one side chatting leisurely.

Slowly the cries waned and were drowned by the autumn wind…

Amelia went to replenish the teapot. Jim placed his cup down, shrugged, and smiled, “Hmm… there is

blood in the air.”

“Your nose is very keen.” Jack smiled.

“Mr. Hughes, can’t you detect it?” Jim asked doubtfully.

“I did.” Jack placed down his teacup, shrugged, and said, “It’s more alluring than this tea.”

Alluring?

Jim was startled by Jack’s casual and cold-blooded remark and for a moment he felt as if he did not

know Jack that well.

Jack was smiling but there was a hint of sinister in Jack’s eyes. It was supposed to be two different

expressions but somehow Jack was able to merge them into one.

‘Had Mr. Hughes changed?’ Jim wondered.

Jim hesitated and forcibly suppressed his horror and said, “Mr. Hughes, your cleansing of the Quinn

family appeared to be for show, am I right?”

Jack continued to smile and then said softly, “Desperate times call for desperate measures. It’s time for

the bitter pill. If I don’t pull the rug from under the Quinn family and break their spirits, Amelia would not

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