No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 814

The punch landed squarely on Dustin, but it was also a slap in the face of the entire Wagner family. A warning, loud and clear.

Lord Clark wasn’t one to be trifled with. When he turned, he turned hard. This punch was clearly meant to avenge his son.

"Kid, when your father was alive, he didn’t dare defy me. You think you're ready to take on the world? You're still wet behind the ears," Lord Clark said, wiping his hand with a silk handkerchief handed to him by his assistant.

Blood trickled from the corner of Dustin's mouth, his eyes dark with a thirst for vengeance. Yet, he managed to keep a composed smile as he wiped the blood away. "Mr. Clark, you’re right. It was my mistake."

He looked like a grandson being scolded by his grandfather.

I knew this was just a temporary compromise. Dustin had enough on his plate with Sinclair. Angering Lord Clark now would only jeopardize his plans for tomorrow.

Lord Clark was here under the guise of mourning, but it was clear he had come to exert his influence. Tomorrow promised to be an eventful day.

But tomorrow was supposed to be Mr. Wagner's burial.

I glanced at his photograph. He probably never imagined that even in death, his troubles wouldn’t end.

It seemed like karma was catching up.

What goes around comes around, as they say. No one escapes justice.

Seeing that Dustin was quick to back down, Lord Clark decided to let it go and left.

Dustin stood there, rooted to the spot, eyes fixed on the direction Lord Clark had taken. I could practically hear the vengeful cries in his mind.

But he was holding it in. As he often said, patience was his greatest strength.

Jacqueline approached, gently touching the corner of Dustin's mouth, but he pulled away.

"Dahlia, bring the first aid kit," Jacqueline instructed the housekeeper.

"No need," Dustin dismissed.

"Fanny, go check on your uncle," I said, knowing Sinclair stayed behind to look out for her.

Fanny nodded, and I moved to Jacqueline, wrapping my arms gently around her.

She didn’t cry, just sighed with resignation.

Conrad joined us. "Mom, he's lost it. Don’t mind him."

Jacqueline looked at the photo of Mr. Wagner. "Let's hope your father has a peaceful burial tomorrow."

In the lounge, Fanny found Sinclair standing by the window, back to the door. His tall, broad frame made her realize for the first time how big he was, reminding her of when she used to sit on his shoulders.

As a child, she would often ask Sinclair for piggyback rides, especially when there was something exciting to see. Too small to see over the crowd, she’d sit on his shoulders, calling him her "Giraffe Uncle."

She still remembered the world from up there, feeling like she could see everything beneath her.