Chapter 758
Chapter 758:
Meanwhile, the entire Lambert family had assembled in the courtyard. Expressions of anger and grief were visible on every face.
A body, concealed under a white cloth, had lain in the center for the past thirty minutes, yet no one had the courage to reveal it and confirm who it was.
The fear was palpable; lifting the cloth might expose a truth too harsh to bear.
“I’ll do it.”
A man with gold-rimmed glasses stepped forward.
He was a tall, handsome figure, carrying himself with dignified poise. This was Patton Lambert, Jorge’s brother.
He walked over to the body, crouched down, and with a firm grip, pulled back the cloth.
As the fabric fell away, exposing the corpse, cries of anguish filled the courtyard of the Lambert family’s residence.
“Jorge. It’s really Jorge!”
“My son!”
“Jorge!”
These mournful shouts deeply affected Patton.
He held onto the cloth tightly, his gaze filled with a blend of rage and despair.
Even though Jorge had a poor opinion of his younger brother, known for his reckless car racing and arrogance, Patton still recognized him as family.
The sight of Jorge, now lifeless, brought excruciating pain to Patton, almost driving him mad with grief.
He understood then how deeply he had truly cared for Jorge.
“Patton, we must avenge him! We will get justice for your brother, no matter what it takes!” Hank Lambert, the head of the family, said through bloodshot eyes and clenched teeth.
𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝖈𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲: gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩵ℭ𝗈𝗺
“I will!” Patton draped the white cloth back over Jorge’s body. Rising slowly, his tone was steady yet filled with hatred. “No matter how reputable MO is, I will bring her to justice.”
A pall of grief hung over the Lambert family’s estate as news of Jorge’s tragic death spread through the family.
Raw hatred blazed in every pair of eyes as the Lamberts, united in their fury, yearned for immediate vengeance against the murderer.
“Patton, what are you going to do?” Hank approached his eldest son, lines of worry etched deeply into his weathered face. “MO wields tremendous power among the elite. I fear…”
Though the Lambert family commanded respect in Cloverhill, their influence paled in comparison to MO’s far-reaching authority.
MO was someone the elites scrambled to befriend. Gaining her friendship was akin to gaining an extra life. Orson was a living example. Without MO’s timely assistance, Orson would have met his end within the month.
“Father, her status means nothing. She murdered my brother. Justice must be served.” Venom dripped from every word Patton spoke, his hatred palpable.
Hank stood stunned. Never had he witnessed such raw fury from Patton.
To the outside world, the brothers had always maintained a careful distance, their relationship seemingly fractured beyond repair.
Reading his father’s thoughts, Patton let out a laugh devoid of warmth. “Father, I can see right through you. Whatever strife existed between Jorge and me was family business. Blood is blood. He was murdered in cold blood, and as his brother, I won’t rest until his killer pays for this atrocity.”
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