On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 168

Nathan bit his lip, at a loss for words.

George’s eyes narrowed. “Enough talk. Come on.”

The bodyguards looked at Arthur, their expressions conflicted. George was clearly weak; any one of them could probably take him down alone. Eight of them against an injured man felt cruel.

“Fight!” Arthur commanded. “Anyone who goes easy on him is fired!”

George clenched his fists, knuckles white, and lunged at the guard in the center. The man had no choice but to engage, throwing a punch that whistled through the air. George dodged, his sleeve sliding up to reveal the blue veins on his wrist. He grabbed the guard’s hand, using his opponent’s momentum to twist his arm back. A soft crack echoed in the room, and the guard dropped to his knees, clutching his wrist in pain.

“Anyone else who holds back will be gone!” Arthur roared.

The remaining guards closed in, surrounding George. He fought to catch his breath, parrying each blow. Sweat quickly soaked his shirt, plastering it to his back and revealing the tremors running through his muscles.

A guard came up from behind and locked an arm around his neck. George choked, coughing violently.

Nathan dropped to his knees before Arthur. “Arthur, his wounds haven't healed! This will cause an infection, and he could die! Please, just let him go this once!”

Arthur remained unmoved, his eyes fixed on George, cold and unyielding. He was determined to see just how long his grandson could last.

Nathan helped George limp out of the house. Only then did Bryan re-enter the room. “Alright, get up, all of you. Go on, get out.” He shooed the bodyguards away, knowing full well that if they hadn’t held back, he and Nathan would never have been able to defeat them. He got them out of the room before Arthur could reprimand them.

Bryan brewed a cup of tea for his master. “Arthur, please, calm down.”

Arthur took the cup and hurled it against the wall. The pale green tea splashed across the carpet. “Damn him,” he said, his voice old and weary. “All this for a woman!”

Bryan gently patted his back. “Weren’t you the one who always said he was the grandson most like you?”

Arthur turned to Bryan, his anger flaring again. “And look where it’s gotten him! He’s wasting that spirit on… on a woman with a ruined reputation! What is he thinking? How could he be so blind? As long as I have breath in my body, that woman will never set foot in this house!”