Chapter 266

Clinton's eyes were pooling with red, fists clenched so tight his knuckles turned white. So many years had passed, and still, he couldn't get himself to go against Ruby. No matter how much he wanted to. Born as the son of a mistress, before Ruby managed to marry into the Beach family, he was just the illegitimate kid everyone looked down on. Before he turned ten, life for him was like sneaking around in the dark, always hiding, always being looked down upon. Like some rat scrambling through the gutters. It wasn't until Ruby married Stanton and officially got into the family that Clinton's identity took a turn—from despised nobody to the little master of the Beach family. He could never forget the day they moved into the mansion with her—how Beckett looked at them. The guy just stood at the entrance, cold as ice, eyes practically drilling through him and Ruby, like he saw straight through everything and hated what he saw. It was like staring into something bottomless and violent. That l