Chapter 446 Oliver Explodes: Who Dares Touch My Son? (2)
Hestia was stunned. Born into privilege and wealth, she never imagined being publicly humiliated, especially in front of the entire Moore family.
"Aren't you afraid of making eternal enemies of the Moores?" she gasped.
"Terrified," Oliver replied mockingly, before slamming her head against the door. A lump immediately formed on Hestia's forehead.
She screamed, "Is there no law anymore?"
Oliver kept her pinned, turning to Matthew. "Law? You mean the 'law' that let you take my son, drain half a liter of his blood, and never even ask me? Is that what passes for justice now, Matthew?"
He released Hestia and pointed directly at Matthew's face.
"If this happens again, you'll be the one bleeding." His voice dropped to a dangerous growl. "I don't care about your influence or power, Matthew. I don't care whether the Moores live or die—it has nothing to do with me or Jacob. If you try to bleed my son again, I'll bring down your entire family. It wouldn't be the first time, would it?"
Matthew's expression darkened, tension building in the room.
Oliver stepped closer, his voice low and taunting. "Matthew, you've wielded power for decades, seemingly untouchable. But ask yourself—have you truly covered all your tracks? What happens when someone finds those loose ends you've left behind?"
Under the harsh white lights, Matthew forced a smile. "Mr. Windsor, are you truly making yourself my enemy?"
"Have you lost your mind, old man?" Oliver shot back. "You kidnapped my son and took his blood. I didn't touch your family—yet. But if you want to blame me, fine. We'll see who's more ruthless—you with your 'efficiency' or me with my methods."He surveyed the room, his smile turning cruel. "If anything happens to Sarah or Jacob again, I'll come for every Moore, without discrimination, until none remain. I don't mind if your family line ends—after all, you only produce parasites who live off their father's name."
His words were brutal.
Matthew's expression grew darker, but he didn't argue. He couldn't defend Nicholas and his wife—the Moores were clearly in the wrong.
He turned to Sarah, softening his tone. "Isaac has a rare blood type. He fell and lost too much blood, and the blood bank was short on supplies... We had no choice. Sarah, I don't favor one over the other—I care for both you and Nicholas equally."
Sarah held Jacob close, numb to his words.
She didn't even look at Matthew, her voice cold. "I'm sorry, but your 'care' is something I can do without."
A vein pulsed on Matthew's forehead.
Sarah looked at Oliver. "I want to leave."
Jacob pulled away from her and rushed to Oliver. Despite everything, he was still just a seven-year-old boy, terrified by Nicholas's wife's threat that they would take his blood monthly.
He buried his face against Oliver's stomach, sobbing. "I don't want them to take my blood again."
Oliver stroked Jacob's head tenderly. "Anyone who tries to take your blood again will answer to me."
He looked at Hestia with contempt. "I heard from Nicole that you tried to pay Sarah to leave? $5,000 was your price?"
Blood dripped from Hestia's split lip as she blurted out, "It was $50 million."
She regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth.