THE DISABLED HEIRESS, MY EX-HUSBAND WOULD PAY DEARLY.-Chapter 319
At that moment, upon hearing what Victoria just said and seeing her walk through the door, Mr. Jackson's heart sank. His face went pale, and his entire body froze in dread. This was the one thing he had prayed against the one disaster he wished would never happen. In his heart, he begged for a miracle, wishing that somehow Victoria would stay away, or at least keep quiet if she came home. But fate had other plans.
Now, here she was his stubborn daughter storming into the living room without a trace of restraint, speaking carelessly before even understanding the situation.
At that moment Beads of sweat rolled down Mr. Jackson's temple as he blinked rapidly, his eyes darting toward Victoria in desperation, silently begging her to stop. His lips trembled slightly, mouthing words only she could read: "Don't talk. Please, not now."
But Victoria, proud and unbothered, ignored his silent pleas. Her chin lifted higher, and her voice cut sharply through the thick air. "Who the hell is this bastard?" she demanded, pointing at Oliver with scorn. "And what is this bastard doing in our house?" Her tone was dripping with arrogance and disgust.
Upon hearing what Victoria just said, and the manner she said it, Robert, already trembling beside his father, buried his head deeper, while Mr. Jackson felt his heart pounding like a drum. His worst fear was happening right before his eyes. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎
Victoria, however, was far from done. She turned sharply toward her father, her brows furrowing in disbelief and her voice rising even louder. "Father, what kind of embarrassment is this?!" she yelled, her tone filled with outrage. "You're doing this in front of Benedict! Do you even realize this is the first time I'm introducing my boyfriend to you—and this is what you choose to do? On your knees?! What kind of humiliation is this supposed to be?"
Immediately with thinking twice she crossed her arms and glared between her father and Oliver, her words slicing through the room like knives. "So this is what you've become? Someone who bows to anyone who dares to walk into our house? Someone who disgraces the Jackson name like this?"
At that moment, Victoria's father shook his head slowly, his entire body trembling as if the weight of his own words was crushing his chest. He looked so weak that it seemed the air itself could knock him down. Still kneeling on the cold marble floor, his breath came unevenly, and his shoulders sagged with years of bottled-up pain. His lips quivered as tears finally escaped his tired eyes, falling one by one to the ground.
With a trembling voice, thick with emotion, he said, "Victoria… I have warned you countless times. I have talked to you the way a father should talk to his daughter. I have corrected you. I have tried to put you in the right path, in a better position in life. All the troubles you've caused in the past years I faced them for you. I fixed the damages you left behind, I begged for forgiveness on your behalf. I did all that because I never wanted anything to happen to you."
He paused for a moment, his chest rising and falling heavily as he looked at her. The tears kept coming, this time faster, as if each drop carried the regret of a decision made long ago. His voice broke as he continued. "You remind me so much of your mother. And that love—the love I had for her and the love I have for you as my daughter—made me blind. It made me weak. I spoiled you, Victoria. I spoiled you so much that you stopped listening to me. You no longer obey, no longer respect anyone. You think this world bends to your will."
At that moment he pressed his hand against his chest, his voice trembling even harder now. "But today, you've gone too far. You've gone and drawn the lion's tail. You've walked into a danger you can't come out of. You've hurt someone you shouldn't have touched, and now I don't even know if I can protect you anymore."
His head dropped lower as his tears hit the ground. "You've broken my heart, Victoria. You've truly broken it. I don't think I can survive this anymore. For once in your life, open your eyes and see the mess you've created, and your father can't save you in this situation."
Then, his voice deepened, no longer sounding like that of a father pleading—but a man who had reached his limit. "Victoria, this is the first time you've ever seen me cry, and that alone should tell you how serious this is. Go down on your knees now. Beg for forgiveness before it's too late. Before things get out of hand."
At that moment, hearing what her father just said, Victoria's expression twisted with disbelief. Her brows furrowed deeply as she looked from her father—still on his knees—to the others in the room. Her voice broke through the thick silence, sharp and trembling with both confusion and anger.
"What the hell are you even talking about, Father?" she said, her tone a mixture of frustration and shock. "Yes, you're right, I've never seen you cry before, and neither have I ever seen you kneel before anyone. But this—this right here it's heartbreaking. It's humiliating! You, on your knees, in front of strangers? This is not who you are!"
She looked around the room, her voice rising. "This is a complete embarrassment—to me, to you, to this entire family! Just look at Robert!" she pointed toward him, her eyes burning. "He's kneeling too! What the hell is going on here? Why are both of you doing this? Have you lost your minds?"
But before she could continue, her gaze fell on another familiar face across the room, and she couldn't
believe it was Abigail's father. Her words suddenly caught in her throat. The defiance on her face faltered, replaced by confusion and unease. "Wait…" she said, blinking rapidly as she looked from Abigail father to her father. "Hold on a minute… what's going on here? Why are you—why is everyone acting like this?"
