“Mom, save me! Brother, brother, help me!” Jocelyn couldn’t help but cry out for help from the Sweeney family.
But no one dared to say a word. Marcelo was usually quiet, but this time he couldn’t help but say to his sister, “Go!”
Jocelyn closed her eyes in despair, tears streaming down her face. If she could turn back time, she would never have provoked Sylvia!
Old Mr. Sweeney slowly released his grip after a while, casually patting the hair that had been pulled out of his palm as if it were just a speck of dust and not his own granddaughter’s hair.
His tone remained gentle, “Good, go. Don’t make grandpa angry.”
Tristan struggled to sit up from the ground, ignoring the pain throughout his body as he looked at Jocelyn and said, “Go!”
Tears of humiliation continued to fall from Jocelyn’s eyes as she crawled and rolled to the front of the reporters. She wiped away her tears, still carrying a hint of the stubbornness and pride befitting a member of a prominent family.
“Let’s begin.”
The reporters had never witnessed such a scene before, and they were already overwhelmed by Old Mr. Sweeney’s fierce treatment of his own granddaughter.
Each of them was scared out of their wits.
“Oh, alright. Please wait, we are getting ready.”
After about three minutes, a female reporter sat in front of Jocelyn and began the routine interview. The female reporter’s whole body was numb with fear, afraid that she would be the next one to have her hair pulled. Taking care of her long hair had cost Sylvia a lot of effort…
She swallowed hard and forced a professional smile on her face. “Jocelyn, hello. I have a few questions I’d like to ask you.”
“Okay, go ahead.” Jocelyn nodded with a teary voice. “Ask me anything, I will answer everything.”
The interview lasted for about half an hour.
When everything was finally over, Old Mr. Sweeney’s eagle-like eyes turned straight towards Franklin. “Mr. Maskelyne, are you satisfied now? Is my granddaughter’s apology acceptable?”
“Satisfaction or not is up to my wife to decide.” Franklin’s cold gaze met Old Mr. Sweeney’s eyes without any evasion.
Even the fiercest old eagle grows old!
What is there to fear?
“Franklin, don’t give yourself face if you don’t want it. Since my granddaughter has apologized, now it’s time to talk about what happened between you and my grandson.” Old Mr. Sweeney glanced at Tristan, who was beaten to the point of almost falling apart.
He was his proudest grandson and had been grooming him intentionally.
And now he was left half-dead and crippled by Franklin’s direct attack, his arm clearly broken.
Franklin’s blow was too ruthless!
“There should be surveillance in this hall. Old Mr. Sweeney might as well take a look at the footage before questioning me.” Franklin calmly took the handkerchief handed to him by Jax from behind and wiped his hands with elegant movements. His words were intimidating despite his calm demeanor. “Your grandson pointed a gun at me first. I only fought back.”
Old Mr. Sweeney clenched his teeth in anger. Franklin’s words were clearly true.
He didn’t need to check the surveillance footage; he already knew in his heart.
It was his grandson who made the first move, and that’s why Franklin got angry.
Tristan’s whole body was in pain, especially his arm. He was so angry that he almost cursed out loud, “You kidnapped my sister first. She is still a Miss of the Sweeney family. How can she maintain her reputation if you treat her like this? How can she live with dignity?”
Franklin glanced at him mockingly. “Do you think she can still live with dignity after her plot against my wife is exposed? She brought it upon herself.”
“You better understand one thing: it wasn’t me who forced her to plot against my wife, and it wasn’t my wife who forced her either. She chose to provoke my wife on her own. Today, I’ll spare you few young members of the Sweeney family for Old Mr. Sweeney’s sake. But you better learn your lesson.”
After saying that, he turned and left with Jax and the others.
Marcelo wanted to stop them but was stopped by a glare from Old Mr. Sweeney. He immediately fell silent.
The reporters quickly fled as well. Who knows what would happen if they stayed here? They were just ordinary people; when had they ever witnessed such a scene of a prominent family tearing itself apart?
“Grandpa, grandpa-” Jocelyn cried as she hugged Old Mr. Sweeney’s leg. “I just wanted to teach Sylvia a lesson! She went too far. Carley used to be mine, but now she gets along so well with Sylvia, and Carley has cut ties with me.”
Old Mr. Sweeney raised his hand and firmly held her chin.
His eyes stared at her coldly.
“Master said that you stole Carley’s face first. It was you who forced Master to help you with this. It’s understandable that Carley doesn’t want anything to do with you now. Just because Carley doesn’t play with you anymore and plays with Sylvia instead, you hold a grudge against her, don’t you?”
“Grandpa, I’m not good-looking!” Jocelyn cried out in pain. “It’s unfair! My two brothers are so handsome, why am I just average? I also want to be beautiful!”
Old Mr. Sweeney looked at her with eyes full of hatred that couldn’t be extinguished. “If you want to be beautiful, you can get injections or undergo plastic surgery. But why did you have to mess with someone else’s face? Now look what happened; Master’s plan has been ruined. You have suffered the consequences. There will always be someone better than you; don’t you know that?”
“I’m afraid of pain… I don’t want to go under the knife…” Jocelyn’s tears continued to fall, sliding down her disfigured cheeks. “I have nothing now, no face, no reputation… Who would dare marry me? What’s the point of living?”
“If you don’t want to live anymore, Jocelyn, how about… offering yourself to grandpa!” Old Mr. Sweeney’s eyes lit up as soon as he heard Jocelyn’s words.
His eyes were filled with desire, like a ferocious beast suddenly spotting its prey.
“Grandpa… what do you mean?” Jocelyn was taken aback and couldn’t even wipe away her tears in time as she looked at him in astonishment. “You’re my grandpa; I can’t marry you.”
Old Mr. Sweeney looked somewhat flustered and saw Jocelyn trembling uncontrollably.
She could barely hear the words that came out of Old Mr. Sweeney’s mouth, which shocked her so much that she wanted to escape.
“Jocelyn! What I want is your life! Why else do you think grandpa is so healthy and robust now? Isn’t it because I took someone else’s life? How could one life be enough? We have blood ties; if you commit suicide, why not give your life to me? I’m sure I can bring glory to the Sweeney family; who knows, your brother might even become the future president… For your brother’s future, sacrificing yourself wouldn’t be a big deal.”
Everyone from the Sweeney family present couldn’t believe their eyes as they looked at Old Mr. Sweeney; he seemed like he came from hell itself, exuding an indescribable aura of malevolence.
It made people feel uncomfortable all over.
Madam was so scared that her legs went weak and she fell in front of Jocelyn, hugging her tightly in her arms. “Dad, Jocelyn is still your own granddaughter; how can you kill her for your own sake? To extend your own life?”
She had always known that Master had abilities and had cured her husband’s health.
But she never imagined that it was by taking someone else’s life that he had regained his health!
“What do you understand!” Old Mr. Sweeney kicked Madam away with one foot. “Jocelyn doesn’t want to live anymore; I’m just helping her. What use is there for a useless granddaughter like her in the Sweeney family? Can her ugly face bring alliances or benefits to the Sweeney family? Only I am worthy of bringing glory to the Sweeney family.”
“The longer I live, the more prosperous and thriving the Sweeney family will be.”
“If I die! All of your wealth and prosperity will be gone!”
Marcelo and Tristan couldn’t bear to see their beloved sister lose her life. Tristan’s arm was in so much pain it was almost convulsing, but he still knelt in front of Old Mr. Sweeney and pleaded, “Grandpa, please… don’t take my sister’s life. We have so many servants and bodyguards in the Sweeney family… Jocelyn is your own granddaughter!”
“Grandpa, please.” Marcelo also begged for Jocelyn.
“Why keep a brainless fool?” Old Mr. Sweeney sneered. “She will only tarnish the reputation of the Sweeney family. If she dies, it might bring some benefit to the Sweeney family.”
Today Franklin slapped the face of the Sweeney family; he must take back what he lost a hundredfold or a thousandfold.
He already had a good idea in mind.
He laughed sinisterly; his laughter was as terrifying as a psychopath in a horror movie.
Jocelyn could hardly bear to look at Old Mr. Sweeney’s face; she could only desperately shrink into her mother’s embrace.
Tristan thought to himself that if Grandpa took someone else’s life, who would it be? If he took someone else’s life, he could live for another thirty or fifty years without any problem.
He had thought that it wouldn’t be long before he could take control of the Sweeney family.
But now it seemed that Grandpa was still the head of the Sweeney family, and he would always be just his grandson for his whole life.
He couldn’t help but wonder what would happen when Grandpa was still alive when he himself had gray hair…
But everything now was in Grandpa’s hands.
He could only save Jocelyn by becoming stronger.
He used to think that he and Marcelo were highly skilled in martial arts, but now he realized that compared to Franklin, they were like ants against a rock.
That man’s martial arts were immeasurably high.
“Dad! Dad!” Maverick rushed over at this moment and saw all three of his children kneeling on the ground while his wife wept beside them. He felt extreme heartache. “If our children have done something wrong, it’s because I didn’t raise them properly. Don’t take it out on them; take it out on me! Beat me or scold me!”
“I’ve been secluded for these past two years and haven’t taken care of things at home. I never expected things at home to become so chaotic; I heard that you all even relied on that woman Lucille.” Old Mr. Sweeney shook his head helplessly like an ordinary father figure would do. “Although the Hogan family and the Sweeney family have been close for generations, what does it mean to depend on a woman?”