Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 1201

Peter felt helpless as he watched Stanley spiral into an emotional meltdown, unable to offer any help. He could only glare fiercely at Elliot, who stood arrogantly at the door.

Powerless and heartbroken, Peter embraced Stanley tightly, his gaze still fixed on Elliot.

Elliot casually removed the leather gloves he had just touched Stanley with and tossed them to the officer before leaving.

As he departed, he delivered a final statement, "Uncle Peter, this is your last chance. If I don't get the answers I want by 10 p.m. tonight, I'll put the matter to rest. I have nothing to lose. I never knew the truth about Mom and Dad's deaths, so never finding out about it wouldn't affect me in any way. You, on the other hand, stand to lose your only son."

He scoffed and walked away, leaving the father-son duo alone.

It took Peter nearly half an hour to calm Stanley and listen to him.

"What did Elliot do to you these past two days? Why were you brought back here?"

Peter's usually steady and deep voice softened slightly when he saw Stanley's injuries.

Stanley sobbed miserably, "Dad, I hadn't even boarded the cargo ship when Logan caught me at the docks. I couldn't outrun him. When I jumped into the water, they pulled me back and handcuffed me. They threw me in a car and immediately brought me here."

He swallowed the lump in his dry throat.

The mere thoughts of the horrors he endured in that cell made him tremble with fear.

"Dad, the cell I was in before was full of horrible people, and they even tried to humiliate me. I suffered beatings from them every few hours. They said I smelled of blood and forced me to sleep in a filthy, stinking restroom. I'm losing my mind, Dad. Please save me! I don't want to go back there! They'll kill me! Please, Dad!"

Peter patted his back, trying to comfort him.

"I won't let them take you back. I'll save you, and you'll have a peaceful and comfortable life again."

A peaceful and comfortable life?

Those words sounded like heaven to Stanley.

Things he once disregarded were now his utmost desires.

Stanley seethed with hatred, resenting Santiago for favoring Elliot and not passing the reins of power to his father.

Peter held his son tightly, feeling helpless.

Overwhelmed with resentment, he gradually harbored a determination for a mutual downfall.

Though two people were in the cell, the officer only delivered one meal at noon, as instructed.

Peter did not touch any of it, giving it all to Stanley.

Watching him devour the food, devoid of his former elegance, Peter felt a pang of heartache.

He gently stroked Stanley's messy hair and said, "Slow down. No one is going to take this meal away from you. It's all yours."

Stanley nodded, still burying himself in the food.

After starving for two days, he never expected the prison meal to surpass the lavish feasts he once enjoyed.