“So, you were involved with her. And produced a b*stard too!” Jackson snapped through gritted teeth.
“What? She has a kid? That’s not possible!” Atticus’s face changed as fast as a horse race lamp.
“Are you really unaware of the disgusting sins you’ve committed? And you have the nerve to come home. I Wish you died long ago, away from this home! If my mother ever finds out about this, I will kill you!” Jackson growled. Then, he turned around and left the West residence, bringing his fiery rage along with him. He had long been fed up with this issue and no longer wanted to care. Since Atticus was willing to take care of it on his own, he was happy to leave him to it.
Atticus slumped down into his Chair in a decrepit manner as he listened to Jackson’s car drive away. He went into a momentary daze then pulled out his phone and dialed a number, “Bernadette Legrand’s contact details, please. Thank you.”
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