Chapter 940 I Trusted You, Yet You Keep Making Mistakes

As a shadow loomed over him, Eustace lifted his head. Upon seeing Noah, his face turned pale. "S-Sir..." "Why are you here? Explain,” Noah demanded as he grabbed Eustace by the collar, his voice low and threatening. Everything had happened too quickly, and it was difficult for Eustace to come up with a reasonable explanation in such a short time. "I'm sorry. I had no choice. Aggie... She needs me..." Eustace cast his gaze downward and his voice was barely audible. Almost no father in the world would not want to be with their child. Now that the opportunity was presented before him, Eustace wanted to hold on to it. Noah gritted his teeth, and a glint of anger crossed his face. His gaze landed on a fruit knife on the table. He had never shown mercy to those who betrayed him, not to mention that he was the one who gave Eustace a second chance at life. Since he wanted to be greedy, he would pay the price for his greed. Eustace noticed the change in Noah's expression. Having been with Noah for many years, he could guess Noah’s thoughts. He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar as a rush of cold coursed through him. He opened his mouth to start shouting and attract attention, but before he could make a sound, Desmond came down from upstairs. Noah retracted his hand and greeted respectfully, "Grandpa." Desmond ignored Noah and took a seat on the couch. Outside, the rain intensified, accompanied by lightning that cut through the sky. The brilliant flashes illuminated Noah, accentuating his delicate facial features. He resembled a pristine and exquisite lily, a sight that was both visually appealing and spiritually uplifting. He had been an obedient boy, and he and Chloe had seemed like a match made in heaven. Desmond raised his cane, his face showing no emotion as he pointed at Eustace. "Do you know him?" Noah obediently nodded and said, "Yes, I do. He was one of my employees, but he was dismissed because of unethical conduct." Eustace's eyes widened, and he anxiously looked toward Harold. Accusing someone of having a questionable moral character was the first step in tarnishing their reputation. Then, a person could smoothly present their own explanation, portraying themselves as victims of wrongful accusations. Desmond was Noah's grandfather, and it would be normal for him to believe Noah. "Did you instruct this man to kidnap Jasper yesterday?" Desmond asked, ignoring the subtle implications in Noah's words. "No, I didn’t," Noah replied quickly, looking at Desmond with a mixture of sadness and sincerity. "You believe me, right, Grandpa?" Desmond remained silent, his gaze fixed on the tea leaves floating in his teacup. His chest heaved with suppressed anger, and he chuckled self-deprecatingly. Noah could not tell what Desmond was thinking. He took a step closer, carefully observing the old man’s expression. "Grandpa, did the Whitmans say something to you? They’ve been going through a tough time lately and may be trying to pin something on us. Don't listen to them. Hand over Eustace to me. I'll take care of him. You don't have to—" "I trusted you, Noah, yet you keep making mistakes!” Desmond interrupted. His furious shout nearly drowned out the roar of the thunder. He raised his cane and struck Noah's back. "At this point, you're still full of lies! You've disappointed me!" First, it was Joseph, then Jasper. Would he be next?