Chapter 1187

Frederick’s gaze lingered on Jane, steady and full of unwavering support for whatever choice she made. Jane’s voice was calm. “Bring him out.” After all, they had been siblings for more than a decade. When Judson emerged, Mr. Reese tilted his scarred, pockmarked face toward him. His eyes held no emotion, yet a cold, serpentine chill coiled within them. Judson was led into another room without a word. Jane followed. As she stepped inside, his gaze clung to her. A slow, radiant smile curled his lips. “Little sister.” Her expression didn’t change, but she didn’t reject the title. She sat across from him. “For more than ten years, you were my sister—mine alone,” Judson began, his voice even. “I thought it would always stay that way. When Father decided to send you back to deal with the Wallace family and Frederick, I objected. I knew once you returned, there would be too many variables. I might lose you. But Father’s obsession ran too deep. He believed that if we struck ourselves, we could