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Chapter_249
The room grew colder with every word Walter spoke.
“The Nutcracker and Grim-Faced Juggernaut both failed,” he said grimly. “It’s not hard to imagine they would’ve done something reckless to redeem themselves.”
Last night had been a bloodbath.
They hadn’t just challenged the Zabel family—they had marched into their estate with the intent to wipe them out. Yet, when the dust settled, the Zabels were untouched.
Instead, Howard Lane and three juggernauts from the Green Bamboo Association lay dead.
The more Walter thought about it, the more convinced he became: Nash Calcraft had to be behind it.
Although Walter bore no personal grudge against Nash, the same couldn’t be said for Kai. And the fact that Kai and Simon had been getting closer recently only deepened the suspicion.
If Kai had anything to do with what happened last night, the Watson family would be dragged straight into a catastrophe.
Walter finally voiced the concern that had been gnawing at him. Then he turned to Kai, his voice unusually gentle, laced with sorrow.
“Kai… I’ve always felt guilty about what happened to your parents. Their early deaths, everything you went through—it’s why I’ve let so much slide. I’ve cleaned up after your messes, again and again… But this time, you have to listen to me.”
A stunned silence followed.
The faces of the Watson family members turned pale. Walter’s usual authority was one thing—but when he spoke like this, with such visible restraint and pain, it chilled them to the bone.
“Kai,” Queenie murmured, biting her lip as she looked at him. “Just tell them what really happened…”
She and Simon had both been at Royal Bay the night before. Though she hadn’t been part of their discussions, the pieces were falling into place—something had been planned. Something dangerous.
Kevin stepped in, his tone firm yet supportive. “Listen to your grandfather, Kai. Whatever happened last night, he’ll find a way to protect you.”
He didn’t know who Nash Calcraft was, but if Walter Watson—the man who had faced down corporations and crime families alike—was this rattled, Nash had to be someone far beyond their ability to handle.
One by one, the Watsons turned their eyes toward Kai. Some wore expressions of anger, others disappointment, but none dared act out with Walter still defending him.
Under the weight of their stares, Kai finally lowered his head.
His voice was low but clear. “Duncan and I gave Simon four billion dollars. The money was intended as payment… for the six juggernauts.”
Gasps echoed through the room.
“Bastard—!” Walter roared, surging to his feet.
“I told you to cut ties with Simon Lane!”
Kai clenched his fists. “Nash Calcraft kept humiliating me. I won’t be at peace until he’s dead!”
SLAP!
The crack of the blow rang through the room.
Kai staggered, blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth. His cheek was already swelling.
Walter’s hand trembled as he pointed at his grandson. “You… go to Nash and beg for his forgiveness. Right now!”
Before Kai could respond, Janson stepped forward, voice steady but hesitant.
“Sir… Nash Calcraft has been tending to Mr. Lee at the Chateau Hotel since last night. He’s been there the entire time and hasn’t left.”
A collective sigh of relief swept through the Watson family.
If Nash had been at the hotel all night, he couldn’t have been involved in Howard’s death. It meant Walter’s worst fears might have been unfounded.
But Walter wasn’t done.
“Shut up!” he snapped at Janson. “Kai might be ignorant of Nash’s power—but you and George know better. How dare you let him run wild like this?”
Janson and George stiffened. They were former elite bodyguards—veterans who had served Kai’s father loyally. Since his passing, they had stayed on out of gratitude. But even they knew Nash Calcraft was not someone to cross.
And yet… they had stayed silent when Kai made his move.
Their silence had nearly cost them everything.
Janson hung his head, speechless. He knew they’d made a mistake—but loyalty had clouded their judgment.
Kai, cradling his bruised face, looked up with defiance burning in his eyes. “I’d rather die than apologize to Nash Calcraft.”
He had been born into power and privilege. He could tolerate anything—except humiliation. And Nash had humiliated him time and again.
To him, an apology was worse than death.
“Preposterous!” Walter bellowed, veins rising on his neck. His fury boiled over as he stared at the grandson who was about to drag the Watson name into ruin.
The storm was only just beginning.