Chapter 765

Chapter 765:

“MO, while your true capabilities remain a mystery to me, my instincts whisper that there’s far more to you than meets the eye,” Patton declared, his eyes narrowing as his voice took on a grave tone. “I’ve never been one to gamble with fate, but this time, I’m betting everything on my gut feeling.”

The looming presence of the black-clad figures outside weighed heavily on his decision.

Janice arched an eyebrow, knowing Patton had read her correctly. The revelation of the Lambert family’s hand in the White family’s destruction had planted the seeds of vengeance in her heart. Yet, Jorge’s sacrifice had earned the Lamberts one chance at survival.

“You have Jorge to thank for this mercy,” she said.

“Indeed! The world saw my brother as nothing but a failure. But who could have imagined that he would become the Lambert family’s saving grace in our darkest hour?”

The weight of these words sank deep into Hank’s consciousness as their true meaning crystallized. A bitter smile twisted his lips as he shook his head. “Perhaps this is karma finally catching up to us. But I swear on everything I hold dear—the Lambert family never spilled a drop of White family blood. We merely followed the Welches’ directive to sabotage their business ventures. The White family’s complete destruction? That blood stains the hands of the three Welch brothers, with Gilmore being the most ruthless of them all.”

Janice’s penetrating gaze bore into Hank’s eyes, searching for any trace of deception. Yet the man who had been trembling with fear moments ago now spoke with unwavering conviction. His truth rang clear.

Aiden caught the subtle shift in Janice’s expression—a flicker of relief crossing her features. Had the Lamberts been directly involved in the White family’s murders, not even Jorge’s sacrifice would have saved them from Janice’s vengeance. Now, it seemed, Jorge’s memory might spare the Lambert family after all.

“Tell me everything about that year,” Janice commanded, her voice leaving no room for evasion.

𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙩 gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩶ⅽ𝗈𝗺

After a moment’s hesitation, Hank steeled himself to reveal the buried past.

“The White family’s destruction came like a bolt from the blue, sending shockwaves through all of Cloverhill. But the Welch family, with their vast web of influence, quickly smothered any whispers of the truth. Only the most powerful families know what really happened back then. That should give you a measure of the Welch family’s iron grip on Cloverhill.”

His eyes searched Janice’s face intently, hunting for even a flicker of fear. If she showed any sign of wavering, he would bury today’s revelations deep, letting them fade into whispered secrets. After all, challenging the Welch family was like dancing with death itself.

But Janice’s gaze remained steady as steel, touched with an arctic coolness that left Hank bewildered. Could this renowned surgeon truly possess the means to stand against the mighty Welches?

“Harlan is dead,” Janice declared.

“What?” Hank was stunned. “Harlan is dead? How is that possible?”

“I killed him,” Janice stated with the casual air of someone discussing morning coffee, though her words sent earthquakes through Hank’s and Patton’s hearts.

“My patience grows thin. No more games.” Her voice cut like a scalpel.

Hank and Patton exchanged weighted glances before Hank set his jaw. “For my son’s life and the Lambert family’s survival, I’ll roll these dice. MO, don’t let me down.”

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