At that moment, without wasting another second, Mr. Jackson's voice tore through the thick silence like a slap to the face.
"What are you still doing on your feet?!" he roared at Robert, veins pulsing on his forehead. "Get on your knees this instant and beg for our survival! Are you deaf or are you waiting for lightning to strike you dead, huh?! What in hell is wrong with you?!"
Immediately Robert's body jerked as if someone had slapped him awake. He turned slowly again to see his own father on his knees. Not just him—Abigail's father, too. Both men who held power, money, and pride, were now groveling before Lisa like trembling children caught stealing.
The room was frozen in disbelief. Robert's heart pounded so hard in his chest that for a moment, he thought he might collapse from the pressure. But then reality set in like a heavy weight.
If both men could abandon their pride this quickly…Then who was he to resist?
