Chapter 751

Lucas's words cut deep, sharp as a blade.

He was striking Nathan where it hurt most. The more Nathan tried to bury the past, the more Lucas dragged it back into the light.

If Nathan wanted a fresh start with Evelyn, he had to face what he'd done. There would be no easy absolution.

Lucas studied Nathan with cold detachment. He wanted to crush him, but the man looked pitiful—like a stray dog in the rain.

Pathetic.

"You've helped Evelyn enough times that she can't bring herself to cut you off completely," Lucas said. "But mark my words—if she chooses Preston, stay away. Mr. Blackwood, you owe her that much respect."

Nathan's jaw clenched. His expression darkened, eyes heavy with something unreadable.

"That day will never come."

Lucas scoffed. So confident?

Nathan straightened, resolve hardening in his gaze. "I'm going to see her. Even if she slaps me, I'll take it."

Lucas's words hadn't broken him—they'd ignited him.

If Preston Sinclair thinks he can have Evelyn, he's delusional. Since when do I retreat? Since when is Preston worthy of touching what's mine?

Nathan turned, his back rigid with determination.

Lucas rolled his eyes. Did he just call me 'Third Brother'? Unbelievable.

Nathan strode toward Evelyn's room, his steps purposeful.

Then he saw him.

Preston Sinclair, stepping out of Evelyn's ward.

Nathan froze. The air around him thickened with menace.

Preston smiled, sickly pale but composed. "Mr. Blackwood. You're later than I expected."

Nathan's voice was ice. "I warned you to stay away from her."

Preston's tone remained gentle, but his eyes sharpened. "If I stayed away, would she still be alive? I saved her. I gave her my blood. How could I leave?"

Nathan moved before he could think. He seized Preston by the collar and slammed him against the wall.

"You think you're worthy?" Nathan snarled. "How are those overseas investments? House in order yet? Do you really think I won't kill you?"

The tension between them crackled, two predators circling.

Nathan was fury incarnate—untouchable, unstoppable.

Preston, usually so mild in Evelyn's presence, let his mask slip. His smile turned lethal.

"Mr. Blackwood, I know you excel at playing dirty. But I won't let her go. You had her once. Did you ever deserve her?"