If David had insisted on protecting Ethan, I would’ve been even more unyielding. After all, the Moore family’s power now rested in Jeremiah’s hands. Eventually, David would’ve had to back down.
However, he was begging to die in Ethan’s place. For a moment, I genuinely didn’t know what to do.
Jeremiah stepped forward and caught me just as I staggered back.
His sharp gaze swept over everyone present before he snapped, “What’s wrong with you all? Just standing there while Mr. Moore
Senior causes a scene? Get him out of here.”
The bodyguards snapped into action, two of them stepping forward to lift David by the arms and guide him out.
Jeremiah saw that I couldn’t bring myself to act.
He took the iron rod from my hand and said, “I’m the father. If anyone’s going to avenge the child, it should be me. Audrey, step back. You don’t need to see this.”
Hazel and Ethan had lost their final shield. As Jeremiah approached with the rod, their eyes filled with raw terror, and they began
to tremble.
“Uncle Jeremiah, I’m your nephew. If you kill me, how are you going to face Grandpa? How will you explain this to my father in
the afterlife? How will you face the ancestors of the Moore family?”
Jeremiah raised the rod high. His voice was cold and merciless as he said, “That’s not your concern anymore.”
The rod whistled through the air, aiming straight for Ethan’s head. He was so scared that he pissed himself on the spot.
Right before the blow landed, I grabbed Jeremiah’s arm. He turned to look at me.
I took a deep breath. “Killing them would be too easy. Let’s break their arms and legs, expel them from the Moore family, and let
them suffer every bit of pain life has to offer.”
Jeremiah frowned. “Audrey, you don’t need to care about what he said. I don’t care about my reputation or my ancestors. I just
want justice for you and the baby.”
“Jeremiah, sometimes death isn’t the worst thing that can happen. They were born into privilege and raised in comfort. Take that
away and cripple them. Make them live lives even worse than the average person’s. That’ll be the real punishment.”
Jeremiah was silent for a moment. He coldly tossed the rod to the nearest bodyguard and ordered, “Do as she says.”
The guards didn’t hesitate. They brought the iron rod down on Ethan’s and Hazel’s limbs. The screams that followed echoed
through the cemetery.
I watched the whole thing coldly. After that, I gently reached out and touched my child’s tombstone.
“Baby, Mommy and Daddy have taken revenge for you. If you’re not angry anymore, come back to us soon, okay?”
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Jeremiah’s hand wrapped around mine. “He will, Audrey. He will.”
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After that day, Jeremiah moved us out of the Moore residence. He was afraid I’d get lost in grief. Whenever he had time, he took
me on trips to help me heal.
We didn’t talk much about the baby, but we both knew that pain would never completely leave us.
Three years later, I became pregnant again. The moment we found out, Jeremiah became overprotective, surrounding me with
dozens of bodyguards and nannies–not even a fly could get close to me.
By the fifth month, Jeremiah stopped going to the office. He stayed home every day, always by my side. As my belly grew, my legs
swelled up badly.
