บททั้งหมดของ When the War God Sheds His Apron: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

By the time Tristan got to the hospital, his heart racing with anxiety, Gordon's body was already covered by a white sheet.Tristan's hands shook as he slowly lifted the cloth. The moment he saw that familiar, lifeless face, the tidal wave of grief he'd been holding back crashed over him, and tears spilled down his cheeks.Gordon wasn't his biological grandfather, but for the past five years, the old man had treated him like his own flesh and blood.Wanting to clear themselves of any responsibility, the hospital took the initiative to pull up the security footage from just before Gordon's death and played it for Tristan.Tristan could hardly believe his eyes when he finished watching. It turned out Gordon had collapsed and gone into cardiac arrest because Claire had shoved him to the ground.…Meanwhile, waves of laughter and chatter floated out from behind the door of a private room at The Golden Spoon, the most upscale restaurant in Ravelton.Claire and Adrian had ordered the

Tristan fixed Howie with an icy stare. "Whether Claire and I get divorced is none of your damn business. Get out of my face!"The moment Howie met that glacial stare, a bone-deep chill washed over him. He shuddered involuntarily and stumbled back a couple of steps.He couldn't understand it. Why did one look from this useless nobody make his skin crawl?But with so many people watching, he couldn't allow himself to be humiliated. So, he forced himself to calm down. He ground his teeth and marched right back up.Howie jabbed a finger at Tristan and snapped, "Who do you think you are, talking to me like that? You're just Tristan the Trash!"Tristan couldn't even be bothered to respond to Howie's barking. It wasn't worth his time. He simply swung his arm and slapped Howie hard across the face.The sharp crack of the slap echoed through the room. A burning pain exploded across Howie's cheek, and a bright red handprint quickly appeared on his face.The sudden blow left everyone in th

Just then, the manager of The Golden Spoon, Derek Musk, walked past the private room. He saw the four bodyguards about to pounce on Tristan.His brows knit together, and his face turned dark with anger. He snapped, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"The bodyguards froze.Seeing this, Howie hurried over with a fawning smile and explained, "Mr. Musk, let me explain. This punk had the nerve to hit me first, so I told my men to teach him a little lesson."Derek's expression stayed stormy. He let out a cold snort and said, "I don't care what beef you've got with each other, but this is The Golden Spoon, not some back-alley fight club. If you really want a brawl, take it somewhere else. Don't screw up our business or bother our customers."Even though Howie, as the Fuller family's heir, usually ran wild without consequences, he knew perfectly well that The Golden Spoon belonged to the Reed family, the most powerful of Ravelton's four most elite families. The Fullers were one of

"Stop right there!" Claire hurried forward and blocked Tristan's path. Her beautiful eyes flashed with open disgust as she said coldly, "Strange—didn't Howie have his men teach you a lesson? How come you're standing here without a scratch?"She waved it off almost immediately. "Whatever. I can't be bothered with you. Since you're here, we might as well get this divorce over and done with."Tristan nodded, his face blank and his voice as calm as still water. "Fine. I was planning to wait until after Grandpa's funeral to talk to you about this, but since you're in such a rush, we can sign the divorce papers now."He pulled out a set of documents he'd prepared in advance and handed them to her. "This is the divorce agreement I drafted. Take a look. Sign it if you don't see any issues."Claire snatched the agreement from him and skimmed it. The corner of her mouth lifted in a mocking sneer. "Wow, Tristan. I didn't think you had this much backbone. You're volunteering to walk away with

Tristan's chest heaved as his fury was set ablaze. He lunged forward, bent down, and snatched the ID and medal off the floor. He carefully wiped off the footprints, his eyes burning with rage.Miranda was his elder. The daily insults and even the occasional beating—those he could swallow. But stomping on the ID and medal he valued more than his own life? That crossed a line, and the price to be paid was a heavy one.Miranda was still sneering mockingly. The next second, Tristan's hand shot up and cracked across her cheek.The slap rang out loud and clear; the force of it made her stumble back. She spat out a mouthful of blood and two teeth.She clutched her burning cheek, her eyes bulging in disbelief. All this time, she had been the one who did the beating. She never imagined a loser like Tristan would dare to lay a hand on her.Claire rushed to Miranda's side and grabbed her arm. "Mom, are you okay?"Miranda shrieked hysterically, "Tristan Mercer, you freeloading piece of trash