He Wouldn't Claim Me — Another Man Did-Chapter 129 - 116: Retribution

For years, Victor Sterling had known the "conflict" between Audrey Hughes and their son, Shane Sterling, was just below the surface. Now that it had finally broken through, and they were once again joining forces against him, he flew into a complete rage.

"Audrey Hughes, stop playing the family card! You’re just doing this because you see your crippled son is no longer reliable..."

"Shut up!" Shane Sterling cut Victor Sterling off.

’He and his mother, Audrey Hughes, had only just managed to clear up their misunderstanding. He refused to hear another word intended to sow discord. He didn’t care what the truth was; he just wanted to believe his mother truly loved him.’

"Family is only a card to be played in the eyes of someone like you, who puts profit above all else," Shane Sterling said, looking at Victor Sterling. "To me, it has never been a card. All the grievances my mother and I have had to swallow alone over the years are because of you—a father who either did nothing or did the wrong thing. You’ve made too many mistakes. It’s time you faced retribution."

"What do you mean?"

"Justin Wyatt!"

Shane Sterling called out.

Justin Wyatt appeared as if out of thin air, entering from outside the door with two other men.

It was Ivan Fulton who had called and told Justin Wyatt to bring men to the hospital.

Of course, Ivan Fulton had been acting on Shane Sterling’s orders.

When Victor Sterling arrived, Ivan Fulton happened to be in the room. Shane Sterling gave him a look, and Ivan Fulton immediately understood. He made an excuse to leave, then called Justin Wyatt.

Justin Wyatt knew the situation was delicate, so he had brought two burly bodyguards along just in case.

"Young Mr. Shaw." Justin Wyatt walked to Shane Sterling’s bedside, ready for orders.

Shane Sterling pointed at Victor Sterling. "Seize him!"

"Yes, sir!"

Seeing things were not in his favor, Victor Sterling spun around to leave, but he was immediately apprehended by Justin Wyatt and one of the bodyguards.

"Shane Sterling, what are you doing?" Victor Sterling struggled frantically. "What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

"Since you’re so curious, I’ll tell you right now. I’m going to have you removed from Sterling Group, and then I’m sending you to prison!"

"Prison? What right do you have to send me to prison?"

"Based on all the murdering for profit you’ve done in secret."

"Nonsense! I’ve never done anything like that!"

"I know you’re old and forgetful. We don’t even have to go that far back. Have you forgotten how Ezra’s girlfriend died?"

At the mention of Chloe Kerr’s car accident, an endless hatred filled Audrey Hughes’s eyes. She looked as if she wanted to flay Victor Sterling alive.

"If you still can’t remember that, then surely you remember my car accident, right?"

That was right. The delivery van that had sped toward Isla Prescott had also been arranged by Victor Sterling. Because Shane Sterling had turned against him, he’d found his son’s weak spot and planned to kill Isla Prescott as a warning.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about," Victor Sterling denied flatly.

"It’s fine if you’ve forgotten. I have evidence, and the police will help you remember." Shane Sterling wasted no more words on him and turned to Justin Wyatt. "Watch him closely for the next two days. Don’t let him contact anyone. The moment Sterling Group announces his dismissal, submit all of our evidence to the police. You will take him to the station yourself."

"Yes, Young Mr. Shaw."

"You treacherous son! You’re turning the world upside down! You’ll get what you deserve for this!"

Victor Sterling kept cursing.

Justin Wyatt simply stuffed a piece of gauze in his mouth.

Seeing that Justin Wyatt was about to lead Victor Sterling away, Audrey Hughes held out a hand to stop him. "Wait."

Justin Wyatt halted.

Audrey Hughes again took Isla Prescott’s hand, leading her to stand in front of Victor Sterling. "Victor Sterling, you had nothing when we met, but I still chose you. In my heart, I believed love was pure, something that could overcome any barrier of class, wealth, culture, or age. Your betrayal may have made a mockery of my courage back then, but I refuse to let a piece of trash like you change my views on love. I’m also very fortunate that both my children are capable of loving with pure hearts. They understand that a spiritual connection is more important than social standing. What happened to Ezra and Chloe is a tragedy, but I know for certain that Sean and Miss Prescott won’t be affected by you. They will be happy! Now, go to hell!"