The Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 144: [Volume 1] - - what the hell.

Aron leaned back into Helga’s comforting embrace, letting out a deep, shaky breath. His mind raced with confusion and worry, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. He had come here suspecting Esme was sick, but he never imagined it was this bad. Esme wasn’t someone who crumbled easily. She had been through so much and always found a way to rise above. But now... what was happening to her?

Unwrapping Helga’s arms from his neck, Aron stood up, his mind made up. He needed answers. Without a word, he rushed out of the office, his footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway. His heart pounded in his chest as he reached the door and yanked it open. Just a few steps away, the Assistant Secretary sat at his desk, oblivious to the storm brewing inside Aron.

In a flash, Aron was at the desk, grabbing the man by the collar. "Who the hell came here before us?" he demanded, his voice sharp, barely concealing the desperation coursing through him. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

The Assistant Secretary’s eyes widened in fear as he stammered, "I-I don’t know, Mr. Aron. I don’t know."

Aron’s grip tightened, pulling the man closer, the frustration building. "I’m not asking again. Who was here before us?"

The Secretary trembled under Aron’s fierce gaze, his breath coming in quick gasps. "It was... it was the youngest young master... Mr. Jay," he finally managed to blurt out.

Aron froze, his grip loosening slightly. "Jay?" he repeated, his mind reeling.

"Yes, Mr. Jay was here before you arrived. After that, no one else came in," the Secretary explained hurriedly, fear still etched on his face.

Hearing this, Aron released the man with a rough shove, his expression darkening. His fists clenched at his sides as his mind tried to piece together what this meant. Jay? What could this young master have possibly been doing here? His chest tightened as suspicion flooded his thoughts.

Without another word, Aron turned on his heel and stormed out of the building. His eyes were red with barely contained fury as he strode to his car, not sparing a glance at the people who stared as he passed by. He yanked open the car door, slid inside, and slammed it shut with enough force to make the entire car tremble.

The engine roared to life, and without hesitation, Aron sped off. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel tightly, his mind set on one thing: confronting Jay. If this young master had anything to do with Esme’s condition, Aron was going to get to the bottom of it—no matter what it took.

Screech! The tires of Aron’s sleek black car tore across the driveway, its abrupt halt sending a cascade of shattered decorative pots across the pavement. The sound was like a gunshot in the still afternoon air, but Aron didn’t bat an eye. His focus was razor-sharp, his pulse pounding in his ears. What he had just learned had rattled him to the core, and now every second counted.

Inside the sprawling mansion, Ray, Rayan, Kai, and Jay were lounging in the grand hall. The soft sound of the child’s laughter filled the space as they entertained the little one with playful antics. The serenity was shattered by the violent crash of the car outside. All four men turned sharply, exchanging startled glances.

"Who on earth is doing that?" Ray muttered, rising from his seat as a sense of unease prickled the back of his neck.

Before any of them could react further, the front doors flew open with a bang. Aron stormed inside, his face a mask of cold fury. His steps were heavy, deliberate, each one sending a ripple of tension through the air. The brothers fell silent, watching in stunned confusion as Aron descended the stairs like a man possessed. His usually calm demeanor was gone, replaced by something fierce and unyielding.

His jaw was clenched, the muscles in his neck taut as if he were holding back an explosion. His dark eyes, usually so composed, were now blazing with something none of them had seen in him before. Anger? Fear? A dangerous combination of both?

"Nani!" Aron’s voice cut through the silence like a blade, sharp and commanding. The housekeeper, Nani, appeared almost instantly, her eyes wide with concern at the edge of his tone.

"Take the child," Aron barked, his voice leaving no room for argument. "And empty this mansion. You have five seconds. Now."

The housekeeper hesitated only for a split second, her gaze flicking between the brothers and Aron, but the urgency in his voice spurred her into action. She swept the child into her arms and disappeared into the corridors without a word. The rest of the staff followed, moving with an eerie, practiced efficiency. The brothers exchanged bewildered glances, unsure what was happening but sensing that something serious was unfolding before their eyes.

Ray raised an eyebrow, the unease deepening in his chest. He stepped forward cautiously. "What the hell is going on, Aron?"

But Aron didn’t respond. His focus was locked on one person. Jay.

Aron stormed up to Jay without a second thought, fury in his every step. Before anyone could react, his hand shot out, grabbing Jay by the collar with enough force to yank him off balance. Without so much as a second glance, Aron threw him onto the nearby sofa. The heavy furniture screeched as it skidded back several inches, the impact jarring Jay’s body as he landed awkwardly.

Jay groaned in pain, momentarily disoriented. His mind raced to catch up with the chaos that was unfolding. Why was everyone throwing him around today? First, it was the Esme, and now Aron. He rubbed his neck, blinking in confusion as he looked at Aron, trying to make sense of the situation. Everything was happening too fast.

Ray, who had witnessed the entire scene, stood frozen for a moment, his face a mask of shock. But it quickly gave way to fury.

"What the hell is going on around here?" he shouted, his voice full of anger and disbelief. Ray couldn’t fathom what was happening.