Chapter 95: Time Will Prove Everything
Nick continued, his tone firm and authoritative, "We owe Queenie a great deal over the past twenty-five years. That's why I'm taking her back to the Yeats family—to make up for everything. She deserves better, and I'll ensure she marries a man whose status and background match our family's standing. John, I trust you understand what I mean."
As the words fell from his lips, Nick's gaze hardened, his expression laced with implicit threat.
He had long harbored suspicions about the relationship between Queenie and John. That day, he had seen them walking out of the hotel hand in hand, her eyes dazed and vulnerable in John's arms. Nick couldn't accept the idea that nothing had happened behind closed doors. He had chosen not to dig further, as long as John kept his distance from Queenie.
A heavy silence stretched between them.
Then, John let out a slow, sardonic laugh.
"Nick," he said coldly, "I called you 'uncle' out of respect for Sister Queenie. But if you weren't her father, do you know what would've happened just now for the way you spoke to me?"
Nick's pupils contracted slightly.
John's voice remained composed, but his words carried a chilling weight. "Let me make this clear. You have no authority—none at all—to tell me how to handle my relationship with Queenie. If I hear another word like this from you again, even if you're her biological father... I won't hesitate to make you regret it."
With that, John turned around and strode back into the villa.
Nick stood frozen in place, utterly shaken.
The pressure radiating from that young man had felt overwhelming—unreasonably powerful for someone barely in his twenties.