บททั้งหมดของ Nine Ungrateful Sisters: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

A sharp scream tore through the office. Yvonne and the girls gathered at the doorway gasped at the sight inside.Only Oscar registered the details that mattered. Rebecca's clothes were filthy, streaked with dust and stamped with shoe prints.He stepped forward, eased the pen from her trembling hand, and drew an arm around her shoulders. "It's okay. You're safe now.""Bro!" The instant she saw him clearly, her last thread of restraint snapped. She threw herself against him and broke into sobs."What happened?"Natalie glanced at the girls in the hall and motioned for them to come in. None dared refuse.Yvonne swallowed. "She stole our money! Hit us! And now she stabbed a teacher! She's finished!""Stole money?" Oscar repeated, his voice low. He slipped a hand into Rebecca's pocket and pulled out the wallet.Her clothes were stained, yet the wallet was spotless and carefully shielded. It was the one he had given her that morning."No, Bro," Rebecca cried, lifting her head. "They

In a conference room in Northspire, Edmund lowered his phone slowly."That Thomas works efficiently," he said with a satisfied smile. "He didn't even need instructions. He delivered the person himself."He glanced around the table. "Frank, the rest is up to you."Frank Sawyer nodded.Frank was Edmund's older brother. In the past, if someone had crippled his nephew, he would have stormed out at once and hacked the culprit to pieces.Today was different."Dargan vanished last night," Frank said as he stepped forward. "Every single one of his men disappeared with him."He swept his gaze across the room. "Anyone in this line of work knows what that means."The room fell into a tense quiet.He continued, "Before we talk about revenge, we need a new leader. Without one, Northspire will fracture. We won't just fail to avenge Dargan. We'll be swallowed whole."The speech did not land as he had hoped."Get lost, Little Ferret," someone spat. "You think you have the presence to lead?"

The air in the conference room grew heavy. No one spoke. They watched in silence as Frank beat Edmund and his son.Only when the two bodies on the floor were no longer recognizable did Frank stop and let the steel pipe fall from his hand."Boss, is this acceptable?"He had grown up in the Sawyer household as an adopted son. They had shared decades of meals and blood ties. Yet in the face of life and death, sentiment meant nothing.Oscar lifted a hand.Black-clad men stepped forward at once. They removed the bodies and cleaned the floor with swift, practiced movements. The work was silent and efficient.Oscar surveyed the room."Now, let's talk about us," he said calmly. "Dargan is dead. I killed him. If anyone has objections, speak up now."The words landed like a thunderclap. No one dared breathe too loudly. No one objected."Dargan was vicious. He deserved it.""Right. We all wanted him gone.""We may live in the gray, but we have rules. He had none.""The Northspire Gang

Bella had just reached the door when Amara called her back. "Forget it. In a few days, it's Jason's name recognition banquet. We still need him there for the ceremony. If you go now, you'll only make things worse."She turned to Clara instead. "Clara, you go. You were always closer to him. Talk to him properly. Find out what really happened."Clara Chamberlain was a painter and the gentlest of the sisters. If anyone could keep the situation from escalating, it was her.Clara pressed her lips together and nodded. "All right. I'll go ask."She had supported the decision to ask Oscar to leave, but her position had been measured. She believed he should no longer live in the Chamberlain household, yet the family should still provide for him. Casting him out like a stray dog had never sat well with her.On her way out, she slipped a bank card into her purse. For years, he had washed their clothes and cooked their meals. Compensation was the bare minimum.She would comfort him, or at le

After coughing up that mouthful of blood, Oscar's face drained of all color.The three members of the Miller family froze, then rushed forward to steady him."What's going on?""Why is your body so cold?"Oscar did not answer. His head felt as though someone had poured molten lead into it, heavy and suffocating. The world was spinning violently around him. Then everything went black."Quick! Take him to the hospital!"That was the last thing he heard.For a time, it felt like a dream.The Chamberlain sisters stood around his bed, attentive, almost doting. They poured coffee, peeled fruit, and adjusted his blanket.Amara frowned at him in mock reproach. "Really, Ozzy. Something this serious, and you didn't tell us?""We're your sisters.""Jason, hurry up and bring your brother's medicine."Jason approached with a bowl of medicine, smiling warmly. Then he reached into the bowl and drew out a knife.The blade cut through the false tenderness. It cut through the dream.Oscar