Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 684

Chapter 684: Chapter 684

Was Eunice the one who spilled the beans about the birthday bash to Darren? It seemed like he had set a trap, just waiting for them to take the bait.

If they could claim that the previous incident was all a misunderstanding, tonight’s fiasco was irrefutable evidence of their treachery. No amount of excuses would do any good now.

Darren had seen with his own eyes, heard with his own ears.

They had laid bare every treacherous thought in their hearts.

"You bunch of backstabbers!" Darren snatched the leather belt from one of his men and lashed them with fury.

"I treated you like brothers, and you plotted against me, wishing me dead!"

They not only wished him dead, but they didn’t spare his son, his daughter-in-law, nor his dear granddaughter!

How could they be so heartless?

The belt was an heirloom, a "family sanction" passed down through generations. Even through the thick winter coats, each strike inflicted pain that made them grit their teeth and wince.

"Darren, we were wrong," the brothers whimpered as they recoiled.

"It’s okay if you kill us, but don’t get worked up. You’ve just recovered—it wouldn’t be worth it."

"When you were stabbing me over and over earlier, I didn’t see any of you concerned about my health. Now that you’ve been caught, you start with your crocodile tears?" Darren swung the belt, striking them again and again.

Calvin took a hit to the face, a red mark instantly surfacing.

Arlen got it on the head; the pain was so intense it felt like his skull was splitting.

Trying to dodge the relentless belt, Calvin and Arlen’s heads collided, stars exploding in their vision, disoriented by the pain.

They knew Darren was truly disappointed and angry this time!

"Darren, your lashes have awakened me. I’m worse than an animal!

If you decide to beat me to death today, I wouldn’t utter a word of complaint. Even in the afterlife, I’d kneel and apologize to our parents."

"Then get in line to apologize to them," Darren fumed, whipping them mercilessly without any sign of stopping.

The brothers hadn’t expected Darren to be so determined to flay them. Bard, Eunice, and Rosemary blocked the door, and on the ninth floor, jumping out the window wasn’t an option. Besides, even if they managed to escape, Darren had ways to drag them back.

All they could do was cry and beg for mercy.

But Darren had no trace of compassion, only ceasing when he couldn’t lift the belt anymore, panting heavily.

The brothers’ clothes were torn, revealing wounds that trembled with pain in the cold winter night.

Calvin was barely hanging on, crawling to Darren’s feet, clutching at his pants leg and pleading,

"Darren, we’re old now. Please spare us. I won’t have many years left anyway."

"Darren, don’t let us die easily. Wouldn’t it be better to let us live out the rest of our lives in torment and regret?"

Arlen crawled over as well, weeping and begging,

"Darren, for the sake of my grandchildren, spare my life.

My youngest daughter is about to get married. Please give me a chance to see her in a wedding dress.

You know she’s my darling girl."

Calvin fell to his knees before Darren, weeping bitterly.

"I promise you, after the wedding, I’ll take my family and leave, never to bother you again. We’ll relinquish our shares, the dividends—everything goes back to you, Darren. Do with them as you wish."

"Exactly! I’ll resign immediately. I won’t be involved with the company anymore. Transfer all my shares to you, Darren, and I don’t want the monthly dividends. The house we live in, the cars we drive—you can take them back anytime."

Arlen knelt before Darren too, tears and sobs mixing as he admitted his guilt.

"I just beg you, Darren, spare my life."

The brothers wailed in unison,

"Darren, we really see the error of our ways!"

Darren looked at them with disdain, their pitiful state laid bare before him. Just moments ago, they had claimed they’d rather die than utter a word of complaint, and now they clung to life as if it were gold.

"You value your lives, but to you, mine—and those of my son and daughter-in-law, my granddaughter—are less than the dirt beneath your feet."

Having had enough, Darren unleashed his anger with a leather belt, lashing at them until exhaustion stayed his hand.

"From now on, we go our separate ways. Our bond ends here. You’re no longer my brothers! You have two days to disappear. Don’t let me catch sight of you in Dawnstar or Solterra again!"

The brothers were stunned, hardly believing what they were hearing. Was Darren really cutting ties, treating them as strangers?

"If there is a next time, I will come for your lives myself. Now get out."

After a moment of bewildered silence, the brothers sobbed with gratitude, thanking Darren before scrambling out the door.

Finally alone, Darren’s tense nerves relaxed, and he nearly collapsed.

Rosemary rushed to his side to support him.

Turning to see his perceptive and thoughtful granddaughter, Darren felt a pang of sorrow. All those years of brotherhood, of pouring out his heart, and yet this newly found girl showed him more warmth and care than they ever did.

His pride as the family patriarch seemed to melt away, leaving him feeling old and weary.

"Let’s go home," he said weakly.

"Of course," whispered Rosemary, aiding him as they left the hospital room. They passed by two other rooms, where the aftermath of violence was still evident—bloodied figures on beds and chaos strewn about the floor.

Back at the estate, Serena paced her room restlessly, glancing at the clock. It was half-past one in the morning!

Eunice always played favorites, taking Rosemary out and not returning for hours!

She felt disregarded, her eighteen years of being the niece forgotten.

That evening must have introduced Rosemary as the true heiress, with everyone fawning over her.

During the introduction, Eunice must have mentioned that Serena had no blood ties to the Collins family—that she was just an adopted daughter!

The thought made Serena uncomfortable, feeling that her aunt had crossed a line, never considering her feelings in anything she did.

Especially now, not coming home at this hour.

Perhaps they stayed at the Arlen residence.

And Uncle Bard—what was his rush? Taking Grandpa away without allowing her a moment to catch up.

She had planned to bond with Grandpa while Rosemary was away at the birthday party, strengthening their relationship.

But then it hit her—had Uncle Bard rushed off to join the birthday gathering with Aunt Eunice and Rosemary?

Were they all staying at the Arlen residence, leaving her alone in this big house?

That would be utterly intolerable!

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