Chapter 19

Jasper's words were like sharp blades that stabbed squarely into Clive's bleeding wound of pain and regret, a wound he couldn't bear to face. Thus, Clive's pathetic, self-righteous affection and discipline were ruthlessly exposed. All the color drained from Clive's face. His lips trembled as he tried to refute Jasper's words, but he couldn't utter a sound. He had purposely ignored and suppressed the guilt and regret, but at that moment, those feelings engulfed him like a roaring flood. His vision blurred, and he almost lost his balance. "Shut up!" he growled in a hoarse voice. His last thread of reason had completely snapped. He thrust his arm forward in a reckless attempt to pull Nadia out from behind Jasper and get her back. At that, Jasper's gaze turned cold. Having lost all his patience, he immediately threw a punch at Clive. Two remarkable men of equally distinguished status were fighting in public like street thugs. The dull thuds of fist meeting flesh and suppressed roars