Chapter 228: A jerk like you
Once Layla left the room, Lucius turned to Roderick with a storm of fury in his eyes. In an instant, his hand shot out, grabbing Roderick by the throat with a force that left no room for resistance.
"She is my wife," Lucius growled in a low and menacing voice. "And the way you treat her is unacceptable to me. How many times do I have to forgive you before you learn your place?"
His thumbs dug mercilessly into Roderick’s windpipe, cutting off his air. Roderick’s hands scrambled desperately at Lucius’s tight grip, but it was futile—Lucius’s hold was unyielding, like a vice tightening with every second.
Roderick’s face reddened, his attempts to speak reduced to strained, incomprehensible sounds.
"Un–" he choked, but the words died in his throat. His knees buckled slightly, and his eyes widened in panic as his strength faltered against Lucius’s unrelenting grasp.
Finally, as if satisfied with his display of dominance, Lucius loosened his grip and released Roderick, who collapsed back against the door. Gasping, Roderick clutched his neck and leaned heavily for support, his chest heaving as he struggled to suck in air.
"You... you tried to kill me," Roderick rasped, glaring at Lucius with fear and outrage.
Lucius smirked coldly, his demeanor eerily calm. "Kill you? No, Roderick. I simply wanted to remind you how essential oxygen is for your lungs."
He took a step closer to his nephew, and his voice dropped to an even colder tone. "I warned you last night not to pester Layla, yet you insist on testing my patience. Do it again, and I won’t stop at warnings. Don’t make me throw you out of this house."