THE DISABLED HEIRESS, MY EX-HUSBAND WOULD PAY DEARLY.-Chapter 321

At that moment, upon hearing what Benedict just said, immediately Mr. Jackson then told Benedict, with his voice deep and trembling with fury, "This is going to be the last time—yes, the very last time I'll repeat myself. If I hear even one more word come out of your disrespectful mouth, Boy!, I swear, I will get up from this floor right now and pounce on you like an angry lion. I'm not bluffing. If it's a fight you want, I'll give you the kind of fight that you'll remember for the rest of your miserable life."

The entire room turned dead silent. Even the walls seemed to freeze. Victoria's eyes widened in shock, and her hand slowly moved over her chest as her breathing grew faster.

Then she took a cautious step back, afraid the tension might explode. Robert looked over at his father in disbelief he had never seen him this livid before. It was the kind of anger that no one dared to challenge. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

However Benedict stood still. His lips parted slightly, but no sound came out. His hands trembled by his side, yet his ego kept pushing him forward. The look on Mr. Jackson's face wasn't just anger it was warning. A warning Benedict was clearly too blind to see.

But even with the heat in the air and the unspoken threat practically choking the space, Benedict held his ground. He swallowed hard and clenched his fists. He didn't want to appear weak. He didn't come all this way to be shut down like a child. No. Not today.

Because deep down, he wanted to impress. He wanted to be the man who turned the table when everyone least expected it. He wanted to be the one who stepped in, took control, and came out victorious. Especially now—when he could feel that Victoria's father clearly looked down on him. And to Benedict, that look was like fuel poured on fire.

He could feel it. That bubbling resentment. That burning desire to prove himself. And he thought to himself, "Yes. This is it. This is the perfect time. The best time to finally show them what I'm made of. The best time to actually get what I want."

At that moment, without saying another word, Benedict brought out his phone, his fingers trembling just a little—but not out of fear, out of anticipation.

Then a smug smile slowly crept across his face. He tilted his chin up slightly, as if the air in the room wasn't worthy of him anymore. The tension in the room was thick—so thick that even Victoria, who had remained still, finally narrowed her eyes. She couldn't understand what was fueling his ridiculous confidence, but she was certain—this was not going to end well.

As soon as Benedict dialed, the room fell silent. Everyone, including Mr. Jackson who was still on his knees, was watching him with mixed expressions some of confusion, some of disgust, and others of disbelief, that he still disrespected him.

The call barely rang once before it was picked up.

With an overly respectful tone that felt too forced to be genuine, Benedict began, "Uncle... I'm very, very sorry to disturb you at this time. I know you're incredibly busy. I know you have so many important matters to handle—"

But he couldn't even finish his well-rehearsed sentence before his uncle's voice boomed from the other side of the phone, cutting through the room like a sharp blade.

"You better just keep your mouth shut, Benedict!"

Immediately the whole room stiffened.

Even Benedict's expression faltered. His lips parted slightly. His brows furrowed in confusion. That wasn't the reaction he had expected. That wasn't part of the plan.

"What the—" he tried to say.

But his uncle didn't let him.

"What the hell have you done?" the voice on the phone shouted again, filled with raw anger and a tremor of disbelief.

Benedict blinked rapidly. His hand holding the phone slowly dropped from his ear, as if the weight of his uncle's rage had suddenly become too much to bear. His face once filled with pride—now started to darken with confusion and dread.

He was completely and utterly stunned.

Then, before Benedict could actually say another word—

His uncle's voice on the other end was filled with anger and desperation as he continued.

"Your

brother is her with him now, and we were preparing to come find you.

"Where the hell are you, Benedict?" his uncle barked. "Do you even realize what you've done? You've gone looking for trouble where you shouldn't. The lady you brought up—the one you said needed to be taught a lesson do you even know who's backing her? You fool, you've dragged us all into a storm that could wipe out our entire bloodline!"

Hearing his uncle word's Benedict's lips parted slightly, but no words came out. He wanted to interrupt, to ask what his uncle meant, but his throat was dry, his pulse loud in his ears.

His uncle's furious voice continued without pause. "You just went to invite death to our doorstep! Do you think your pride can save you now? You've gone and provoked the wrong people people who can make entire families vanish overnight. Look around you! Look at the mess your arrogance has brought on us. Because of you, we were given only three hours three damn hours to make things right or lose everything. Our jobs, our names, our lives… everything, Benedict!"

At that moment, a shiver ran down Benedict's spine. His mind started racing as the full weight of what his uncle was saying began to sink in.

His uncle wasn't done. His tone grew heavier, more frightened. "You think I'm joking? Your brother and I were summoned, Benedict. We were told straight to our faces that if we don't make amends—if we don't crawl and beg—they'll crush everything connected to us. Do you even understand what that means? You were about to ruin us all because of your damn ego. Now listen carefully… we need to know where you are. We need information about that woman where she is, where we can find her because the only chance we have left is to beg for mercy before the time runs out."

The silence that followed was deafening. Benedict's entire body went stiff, his eyes slowly widening as realization began to dawn on him. His uncle's final words echoed again and again in his head.

"The lady is far beyond what we're capable of."

And for the first time, fear began to crawl through Benedict's veins.