Jacob and his brother’s complexion paled. The brothers would have just laughed it off if anyone else had said so, but this was Henry Law. The man had the ability to make his words become a reality.
Jacob evaluated the current situation and flipped himself over. Ignoring the blood on his face, he bent over and bowed to Jasper, apologizing in the most sincere attitude possible. “I’m sorry. My brother and I have offended you. I apologize for our actions! Please forgive us!”
Jasper looked at Jacob calmly and smiled. “Not bad, so you do know when to be humble. Well, don’t you look sincere while apologizing? I’m sure you’re scolding me to hell and back internally though, aren’t you?”
Jacob frantically disagreed. “No, no, I wouldn’t dare. You’re a man of great virtue, Young Master Laine. How would you waste your time on being calculative with minor characters like me? Let alone would I dare stay angry at you.”
Laughing, Jasper replied, “I’m not a young master at all. I’m just a simple man from an ordinary family. I can’t possibly compete with you people, so don’t call me Young Master Laine.”
“Please forgive me and my brother, Mr. Laine.”
Jacob turned to look at Hector who was still dazedly lying on the ground as he spoke. Fury suddenly surged through him and he raised his hand to slap Hector across the face.
“Are you stupid? Apologize to Mr. Laine right now!”
As if he had just awoken from a dream, Hector clenched his teeth and stared at Jasper. Indignance burned in his heart.
“I’m sorry!” Hector stood next to Jacob with his head down as he apologized unwillingly.
Jasper ignored the two who were bent over in apology and instead turned to look at Jim, the man who still had not snapped out of his shock.
“I promised I’d get them back for that kick, Uncle Yapp.”
Jim took in Jasper’s smile. He would have shot up in joy had his stomach not hurt too much to stand.
In less than three minutes, the entire plot had taken a harsh turn and changed the course of decades of history.
Having made his living in Swallow Capital for so long, he knew better than anyone how the caste system pressurized people within its social circles.
While Jacob and his brother were not prominent figures among the other members of Swallow Capital Residence, they were overwhelming and bossy kings when it came to anyone else.
‘Who’s Mr. Law? This man seems to strike fear into the two brothers.
‘What’s more terrifying is Jasper. A man who this Mr. Law treats so respectfully, just who is he?’
Jim found himself unable to see through his old friend’s son-in-law.
“Jasper… I…” Jim was a little scared.
“Don’t worry, Uncle Yapp. They won’t dare do anything to you,” Jasper replied calmly.
Seeing the calm expression on Jasper’s face, Jim took a deep breath to control the excitement and fright he felt.
He turned to look at the Combe brothers who both sported uneasy expressions on their faces. Resentment and infuriation bubbled instantly within Jim.
Without anyone behind his back, Jim had to bend to everyone’s will because he was not strong enough to stand on his own.
‘Now that I have Jasper, what more do I have to fear?’
At the thought, new hatred added to old resentments and they overwhelmed Jim, who lifted his leg to kick Jacob in the stomach.
Jacob yelled painfully at the kick and staggered backward, only for his knees to wobble before he kneeled onto the floor.
Watching Jacob grab his stomach and crouch forward before his eyes, Jim realized that he had never felt as joyful in decades.
“You had fun when you kicked me, didn’t you?!” With a wretched expression, Jim went over to deliver two more kicks.
Hector’s complexion paled sickeningly as he watched how Jacob yelped in pain yet still refused to fight back. He turned his head and made way for the door.
However, Julian was standing by the door the moment he turned around, like a statue of a mythical God.
The strength was zapped from Hector’s legs and the man fell on his knees with a thud before Jasper. “I’m sorry, Brother, please don’t hit me… I’m sorry. It’s my fault for being so blind, damn my stupid f*cking eyes. Please, forgive me!”
