CHAPTER 830: CHAPTER 830: I WANT HER ALWAYS BY MY SIDE

"Everything you and Leah Thorne own was bestowed by me. In front of me, what right do you have to say no?" Hugh Xavier said angrily.

Justin Xavier nonchalantly smoked a cigarette, "Dad, you brought Leah home to raise, but I beat you to it. Isn’t that unfair to you?"

Saying this, Justin elegantly crossed his long legs, "Actually, all these years, you could play around outside as much as you wanted; I never cared. I remember when I was little, I went to your office, and when I pushed open the door, I heard you and your secretary panting. You were having a great time on the couch."

"That’s just your nature, nothing much to say. But Leah, you can’t touch her. How many times do I have to tell you before you understand?"

Justin Xavier grew up in such a distorted and pathological family environment, living in shadows. So, back then, when he saw the bright and beautiful Leah Thorne, that one glance burned into his memory forever.

Hugh didn’t expect that Justin not only caught him peeping at Leah showering but also witnessed his escapade with the secretary. His face immediately turned ugly, "Justin Xavier, I still say the same thing. If you dare to touch me, I’ll kick you out of the Xavier family. I’ll leave you with nothing!"

Kick out of the Xavier family.

Leave you with nothing.

Justin Xavier’s handsome and stern features blurred in the smoke, and he jabbed his chest with the hand holding the cigarette, laughing, "Dad, you’ve got it wrong. All these years, you’ve been living so freely outside because I’ve been working for the Xavier family. The money to support your mistresses, I earned it for you!"

"Spending the money I earned and still wanting to sleep with my woman, dad, can you not be so naive? To leave me with nothing, you don’t have the capability."

"You!" Hugh felt a metallic taste in his mouth, almost spitting blood in anger at his son.

Justin Xavier finished his cigarette leisurely, crushing the stub into the ashtray, then stood up and brushed the ash off his suit pants with a hand.

With one hand in his pocket, he was about to leave when he suddenly paused. His deep, narrow eyes fell on Hugh’s livid face, suddenly wearing a smile, "Oh right, dad, did you slap Leah?"

Hugh trembled, then anger surged, "Yes, I slapped Leah. What can you do about it? Are you going to hit me back?"

"Ha," Justin forced a cold laugh from his throat, then sidled near, cornering Hugh step by step, taking his hand out of his pocket with an elegant smile, "Dad, I’m your son, so when you smashed me with the ashtray just now, I didn’t dodge. But trust me, that was definitely the last time. I’ve sent you abroad, don’t come back."

"Also, I’m Leah’s man; protecting her is what I should do. You hit my woman, so I have to settle this account with you."

With that, Justin grabbed Hugh by the collar and delivered a solid punch.

...

Five minutes later.

The villa’s door opened, a familiar figure appeared, and Laura Xavier rushed in.

Laura looked at Justin Xavier, then towards the inside of the villa, finding Hugh lying on the ground, groaning in pain.

Laura’s face changed dramatically, looking at Justin in disbelief, "Justin, have you gone mad? You hit your dad? He is your father!"

Laura shouted, "Someone! Quickly! Help the master up!"

The maids in the villa glanced at one another, not daring to step forward, very afraid of Justin.

Justin had blood on his hands because he had punched Hugh hard enough to make him bleed. He casually accepted a towel from Coleman to wipe his hands, his impressive chest heaving with rage, but he looked warmly at Laura, "Mom, let’s get divorced."

Divorce?

Laura was completely shocked.

"Mom, isn’t it enough, all these years? Let it go. You are already unrecognizable; don’t make yourself grotesque anymore. I’ll take responsibility for your remaining years."

I’ll take responsibility.

Those words quickly turned Laura’s eyes red. Her son was much taller than her now and could protect her, yet she only felt heartache.

She had actually considered divorce before, too painful, even thought of suicide. But back then, little Justin would come over and gently hug her.

Laura shook her head, "No, I don’t want a divorce."

She had endured the hardest times, and now she lived for hatred; she didn’t wish for relief anymore.

Justin already knew the answer, "Alright then, mom, however you want it, I’ll accompany you, comply with you, but as for Leah, don’t seek her out again."

Hearing this, Laura quickly looked up at Justin, "Justin, you hit your father for Leah, and now you want to lecture your mother?"

There was a trace of weariness in Justin’s lowered voice, "Mom, I’m almost thirty, in a few years I won’t be young anymore. I will listen to you, marry, live a normal life, but I need Leah by my side. If she is well in my little world, only then I am well, understand?"

"Mom, this is the last time I’m saying these words to you. If you still need me as your son, stay far away from Leah from now on."

With that, Justin turned and left.

"Justin," Laura called to Justin’s upright back, "Old Master has already flown to Bayside!"

Old Master Xavier was coming, the true power in the shadows, ruthless and unforgiving.

"Justin, you’ve lost your mind over Leah, antagonizing your father. Old Master will not let the Xavier family be in disarray. You are his most exceptional heir, and he will not tolerate Leah!"

-- A Daily Story from Crawford and Willow Families --

After parting with a second-generation rich kid, Jude Crawford soon attended a top-notch academic exchange conference.

"Mr. Crawford, please have a seat."

Jude Crawford sat in the first seat on the right, the main position of the venue. The brilliant light from above painted his handsome face with a golden glow.

The audience turned to look, realizing this was the famed Crawford youth, truly dazzling.

The conference began, and by the end, a staff member approached, respectfully whispering, "Mr. Crawford, it was just learned that a talented young lady has been specially invited to speak at this academic exchange."

Jude Crawford’s heart stirred, and he looked ahead.

On the stage walked a cold and stunningly beautiful figure, Isabelle Willow had arrived.

Isabelle Willow’s sudden appearance struck straight into his vision.

Jude Crawford didn’t catch much of what she said; he only knew that when the crowd erupted with applause, someone asked, "Miss from the Willow family, may I ask what motivates you in life?"

Isabelle stood gracefully on stage, her compelling almond eyes gradually focused on Jude Crawford’s handsome face. She curled her red lips and said with a smile, word by word, "Even though life stretches long ahead, I think I can’t wait. I want to stand amidst a sea of lights and people so he can see me at once."