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She was silently frustrated. Silas had to be one of the most thick-skinned individuals she had ever encountered. She felt an urge to stomp on his foot with her heels.
Jameson had been by Lily’s side throughout the party but couldn’t help scanning the room for Alyssa. She was nowhere to be found, and neither was Jeremy
A sense of unease crept over him.
“Jimmy, don’t worry about me. Go find Lyse,” Lily, who was fully conscious, said with a hint of regret.
“I know you’ve loved her for a long time. Find her and ask her to dance, It’s a great opportunity for you.
Stop sticking with me. Just go.”
“Mom, you’re overthinking. I want to be with you,” he reassured Lily, offering a gentle smile.
“I’ll have plenty of time with Lyse,”
“Jimmy!”
At the sound of the familiar voice, Jameson’s demeanor grew cold. The voice also startled Lily, who sought refuge in his embrace.
“Jimmy, come out! We need to talk!” Victor bellowed and glared at Jameson.
“Dad, is your eyesight worsening with age? Can’t you see that your wife is right in front of you?” Jameson taunted. Tension hung in the air as he confronted his father.
“You insolent brat! How dare you speak to your father in such a manner?” Victor raged. He would have slapped Jameson if it weren’t for the presence of other guests.
Except for Winston, men of Victor’s generation believed in the importance of discipline and felt that rebellious individuals should be subject to corporal punishment.
Therefore, he believed it was only appropriate to physically punish Jameson.
“If you still have some respect left for Mom, I could attempt to maintain the facade of a father-son relationship with you. If you disrespect her further, I have more scathing remarks reserved for you.”
Jameson chuckled with a smirk.
Even Victor was taken aback by Jameson’s ruthlessness.
Victor and Jameson confronted each other on the balcony at the end of the corridor. Even the cold weather was no match for the tension between the two.
“What the hell do you want?” Victor questioned icily.
“I didn’t know the value of your gift for Madam Lyla. If you’re angry because you felt humiliated by the worth of my gift, I hope you can let that go,” Jameson explained nonchalantly.
“One who errs unknowingly shouldn’t be held responsible, right?”
“I wasn’t referring to that!” Victor hissed and took a step forward.
“Why did you bring her to this event? Are you trying to upset me?”
Jameson threw his head back in laughter, tears rolling down his cheeks. “I thought it was something serious. It turns out it’s about Mom.”
“Jameson Schmidt!” Victor warned as he clenched his fist in anger.
“When you married my mother, you made a vow in front of God to be with her in good times and bad, in sickness and in health. Do you feel nothing but disgust for her now?” Jameson was equally furious.
“You abandoned her and never once checked on her during her 15 years in Kontina. Now that I’m able to take care of her in Cyrris, you call her disgusting. I’m being kind by not labeling you the same.”
“You brat!” Victor finally slapped Jameson across the face, leaving a jarring red mark.
Still, Jameson smiled with a menacing look. “Dad, you’ve become weak. Your slap hurts less now. Didn’t
Josh and David take care of your health?”
“You jerk! Shut up!” Victor pointed a finger in Jameson’s haughty face.
“Leave with your mom right now! If you don’t, I’ll have my men send her back to Kontina!”
“How dare you?” Jameson barked at him, tightening his fists. He was a completely different person right now than he was in front of Alyssa.
“I’ll kill anyone who lays a finger on Mom tonight.”
“You-” Victor choked on his anger. He sensed Jameson’s murderous intent in the latter’s eyes.
“If my siblings are allowed to be here, the same goes for my mom. As you can see, Mom and I are
Alyssa’s VIP guests. If you kick Mom out, you’ll be going against Lyse. Whatever your plan is, it won’t work if you’re on her bad side.”
After that, Jameson tried to leave because he refused to engage with his heartless father.
At that moment, Victor declared, “I have never wronged your mom! It was your mom who cheated on me in the first place! Not only that, we lost a daughter because of her!”
He bellowed uncontrollably, “If she hadn’t slept with a random man, she wouldn’t have miscarried! She could have enjoyed her life as Mrs. Schmidt instead of becoming the brunt of a joke!”
Jameson refuted, “I trust my mom’s character. She’s deeply in love with you. There’s no way she would.
sleep with other men!”
Jameson struggled to maintain his composure, his body trembling with anger as he cried out in agony,
I’ve told you countless times that it was Josh, David, and Daisy-the very children you treat with such trust and love-who framed my mother!
“Instead of seeking the truth and listening to her, you dismissed her and sent her to that wretched place.
Marrying you was the worst thing that ever happened to her!”
“I’ve been generous enough to let her keep her title after the way she was caught red-handed. What more can she possibly say?”
Victor’s face flushed with anger as he recalled the painful past, driving him to a point where he felt like choking both Lily and Jameson.
“You damn fool,” Jameson muttered under his breath, turning away in frustration. He had no intention of bringing up the infidelity, as it only served as a painful reminder of Lily’s past.
Every time he mentioned it, it reopened old wounds. It was purely coincidental that Victor had mentioned it in their heated argument.
Jameson no longer wished for Victor to become disillusioned and realize the true nature of the other
Schmidt children.
He had grown indifferent to Victor’s opinions. He would send them all to hell for what they had done.
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The tension in the luxurious and quiet suite was palpable. Alyssa and Jeremy found themselves tightly entwined, bathed in the soft glow of the room.
Alyssa was breathless from his firm hold and struggled within his grasp. Her cheeks were aflame with embarrassment.
She threatened, “Let go now, or I’ll punch you!”
Even in her anger, she managed to look cute.
Jeremy’s eyes glinted with desire.
“Why not? You mean nothing to me,” she coldly retorted, though she felt a surge of electricity coursing through her, heightening her sensitivity.
His eyes softened with affection. “In the end, I’m still … your savior.”
Alyssa’s gaze wavered as she felt a burning sensation in her chest. He had saved her life once, but he didn’t know that she had also saved him on the battlefield.
Jeremy panicked when Alyssa fell silent, worried that he had overstepped. He decided to tone it down and playfully said, “I was wrong, Lyse. I’m nobody. I’m just your loyal pet dog.”
She struggled to stifle a laugh. The typically arrogant Jeremy Walsh had just declared that he wanted to be her pet, a statement that would leave the women of Solana City green with envy.
“Since we’ve come this far, why don’t you bark for me?” Alyssa playfully suggested something outrageous, both as a joke and as a form of revenge.
She had no intention of getting involved with Jeremy any further.
“Woof, woof,” he responded, much to her shock.
Worried that she might have missed it, he responded again, “Woof, woof.”