Chapter 257 Sudden Awakening of the Thunder
William still didn't dare to look Donny in the eye.
That look in Donny's eyes only magnified his sense of inferiority.
Donny forced the hatred in his heart back down.
"What good would killing Juniper do?"
"Isabella is already dead. If you kill her, will Isabella come back to life?"
That calm question pierced straight through William's shell.
Feeling that weakness in himself made him angry.
This was his territory; he was the one who made the rules.
Donny was challenging his authority.
He stood up, looking down at the person in the cage.
"What do you know?" William's voice was very low, almost drowned out by the sound of rain outside the window.
"Isabella is dead. Those people who hurt Isabella — why should they get to live?"
William finally found a bit of confidence, and his volume gradually rose.
"You said you'd deal with them the way they dealt with Isabella. Seems like you don't know how badly Isabella wanted to kill that bitch Juniper back then."
"Donny, you're just like Ambrose, both cowards. You can't accomplish anything."
"Your so-called help for Isabella is nothing more than kids playing house. This kind of childish behavior will never get justice for Isabella."
For a moment, doubt appeared in Donny's eyes, too.
He questioned whether he himself was wrong.
"Isabella really wanted to kill Juniper?"
He grabbed the cage bars, trying to stand up, but was blocked by the steel plate above his head.
His head hit the steel plate, but he didn't feel any pain at all.
Seeing the obsession in his eyes, William's confidence grew even more.
He had finally found a way to deal with Donny.
There were so many people who had been good to Isabella — losing one Donny wouldn't matter.
The crazy idea in his mind grew more and more concrete.
He would twist Donny into someone like himself, and when the final moment came, he would have Donny — someone who had never hurt Isabella — personally execute him.
Doing that would also count as giving Isabella some justice.
At least in a sense, it would be like Isabella personally executing him.
The light in William's eyes was shockingly bright. He was thrilled that he had come up with such an ingenious plan.
"Of course, the person Isabella hated most was Juniper, because her sister died because of Juniper."
"It was Juniper who had someone set a fire and burn Beatrice to death. You know this very well."
William's voice turned gentle, like the witch in a fairy tale who had spotted a beautiful princess.
Now he was going to hand Donny a poisoned apple.
Donny, who was usually clear-headed, also lost his judgment in this moment.
Every time he heard something about Isabella, it weakened his reason.
When he learned that Isabella had also wanted to kill Juniper, a thought formed in his mind.
Isabella was dead, and Isla was imprisoned. Maybe right now, while he still had a say in things.
He would complete Isabella's last wish for her one final time.
After killing Juniper, he wouldn't live on either. He would immediately end his own life and go meet her down there.
William pulled out that knife and excitedly held it up to the cage.
His scheme would soon succeed. Now he just needed to push a little bit more, and Donny would do as he said.
"Take it, take this knife and kill her."
"Kill the person Isabella hated most when she was alive."
"That way she won't die with her eyes open."
William's persuasive voice scared Juniper into shrinking back into the corner of the cage.
At this moment, she wasn't sure whether she had really seen through William,
or whether she had been wrong about him from the very beginning.
Could it be that William really was going to kill her?
Juniper felt death approaching and could only keep begging for mercy.
"I'm Rusty, I'm the master's little dog."
"Master, I'm your pet."
"Don't kill me. I can only suffer if I'm alive. Being tortured is my punishment."
Juniper knelt on the ground, constantly kowtowing to William, begging for mercy.
Her noise made William's face look worse and worse.
He was afraid Juniper would ruin his plan.
Fortunately, Donny finally tightened his grip on the small knife in his hand.
He moved his feet bit by bit and looked toward the cage at Juniper, who was kneeling and begging for her life.
William also took this opportunity to quietly open the cage.
He had paved the way for Donny and removed all obstacles.
His eyes carried a trace of crazed anticipation as he watched the knife in Donny's hand.
A thunderclap came out of nowhere, the blinding white light flashing in front of Donny's eyes.
Everyone was startled by this sudden thunder.
William's brows furrowed tightly, and he secretly stamped his foot.
He had failed.
God had opposed him once again.
The knife in Donny's hand fell to the ground.
He turned to look out the window. The lightning had already faded.
Only the rolling echo of thunder was still buzzing in his ears.
Donny let out a long breath of stale air. He picked up the small knife from the floor and handed it back to William.
Just a moment ago, he had had the chance to kill Juniper — to kill the only person Isabella had wanted to kill when she was alive.
But he stopped. Isabella's face flashed through his mind.
He remembered that day again, the day Isabella had her miscarriage.
William, this madman, had personally killed his own unborn child.
William's mental state had gone completely insane.
Not a single word he said was worth trusting.
Donny finally understood. This was a trap.
Because William was not a man who kept his promises.
Although he couldn't figure out why William was doing this,
he absolutely would not act according to William's wishes.
He was Donny, and he was a close friend Isabella could trust and rely on.
This was his bottom line.
No matter how much truth there was in what William said, Donny was certain of one thing: if Isabella were alive, she definitely wouldn't let anyone hurt her mother.
She would sacrifice her own life to protect her family.
He was willing to sacrifice his own life to save Isla and complete what mattered most to Isabella.
But he was unwilling to become a pawn in William's insane plan.
Donny pulled the cage door closed himself and sat down heavily on the ground.
He reflected that he wasn't as great as Isabella.
He still couldn't let go of the hatred in his heart. Whether it was Lester or Juniper, he really wanted to wipe them out.
He held resentment not only toward William, but also toward Isla. But Donny was certain Isabella wouldn't be like this.
She had tried so hard to get close to Isla back then. If only Isla had been willing to look at her, to give her a smile.
Maybe Isabella wouldn't have chosen to leave in that way in the end.
Donny leaned against the cage and slowly closed his eyes.
His thoughts were a mess. The Spencer Villa seemed to carry some indescribable magic. Ever since entering this place,
his heart had been unable to find any peace.
What's wrong with me? Donny couldn't figure it out.
William stared fixedly at the cage, at Donny's unmoving form.
His left hand slowly clenched. The unhealed wound oozed fresh blood again.
He was furious inside. Just a little bit more — just a little bit more, and he would have succeeded.
He could have turned Donny into the kind of person he imagined.