On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 198

In that split second, George kicked Willie to the ground. The knife flew from his hand. Lance immediately snatched it up. “Willie, are you insane?”

Pinned to the floor by George’s foot, Willie glared at Jessica. “It’s all your fault! You ruined my marriage, you took my child from me! Jessica Brown, I’ll never forgive you! Never!”

Jessica was still shaken, her eyes fixed on George’s arm. “You’re hurt.”

“It’s nothing, just a scratch,” George said.

She looked down at the man on the floor, her voice laced with disappointment. “You and Kevin are exactly alike. When something goes wrong, you never reflect on your own mistakes. It’s always someone else’s fault.”

Willie, like a rabid animal, was in no state to listen.

Jessica took George’s hand. “Let’s get a doctor to look at that wound. The police can handle this.”

George obediently nodded and called the police.

Lillian, who had sat up in shock, breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Jessica was unharmed. “Jessica, go get George’s arm treated.”

Jessica nodded.

Lance watched as Jessica anxiously led George away, never once looking in his direction. Her eyes, he realized, truly held nothing for him anymore.

He tightened his grip on the knife and looked at Willie. “You’ve gone too far. You tried to kill your own sister.”

“She’s my sister?” Willie spat. “She’s my enemy! If she hadn’t manipulated Lillian, she never would have gotten rid of the baby. Jessica Brown owes me a life, and I’ll collect that debt sooner or later.”

Lillian’s face grew even paler with anger. “That’s enough! This has nothing to do with Jessica. It was my choice. If you want revenge, come after me. Willie Brown, your whole family is blind. You’ll all get what you deserve.” Then she looked at Lance and added with a bitter smile, “You too.”

Lance was speechless.

The police arrived shortly and took Willie away.

Inside Nathan White’s office, Nathan hesitated, at a loss for words.

George sat on the sofa. “Better me than you,” he said quietly.

Jessica’s heart skipped a beat, a flicker of warmth in the ashes. But she quickly suppressed the feeling. Lance had once made even grander promises, swearing to protect her for a lifetime. That lifetime had turned out to be just a few short years.

She cleared her throat. “What do you want to eat for dinner? I can go home and make you something.”

“Anything you make is fine.”

Jessica sat down on a chair, wanting to say something but not knowing how to begin.

“If you have something to say, just say it,” George said, looking at her openly.

Jessica nodded. “George, you’ve saved me so many times. I’m incredibly grateful, but I don’t know how to possibly thank you.”

His handsome features softened. “No thanks are necessary. I wanted to. I don’t expect anything in return.”