Chapter 258

He probably just ran out of steam and needed somewhere to crash for a bit. "Jason..." Denise gently touched his face, calling his name. "Back off!" Margaret snapped, shoving Denise without hesitation. Her eyes were cold, downright hostile, like she couldn't even stand the sight of her. So now even Margaret hated her too? Not surprising, really. Jason was her son, and he ended up like this—all because of her. A total jinx, that's what she was. "Someone take Jason down, get a doctor to look at him," the old lady ordered. A few bodyguards stepped up and dragged Jason away. Margaret and Lewis followed out of concern, leaving Denise sitting on the floor, feeling like the air had been sucked out of her lungs. Her face was pale, her whole vibe gloomy. Nobody said a word. Well, at least they had a shred of decency left—not one of them trampled on her when she was already at rock bottom. Jason looked like he barely survived the beating. If any of them had dared to pile on, they'd have lost ever