Chapter 57 Call Off the Engagement!

Jonah had just arrived at the city hall o when he spotted a package on his desk. Inside, he found a pile of photos depicting debauchery so vile they were unseemly.

He frowned in disgust, expecting it to be a complaint against some department, but a glance at one photo caught his full attention. He picked it up, and his eyes widened–his blood pressure shot through the roof.

Reeling, he collapsed onto the sofa as his glasses clattered to the ground.

"Son of bitch!" he roared in suppressed fury, gasping for breath as he scrambled for his phone from his briefcase.

He dialed a number from his contacts, only to be met with an off-service alert.

Dialing another number, he barked, "Where is she! I swear, I'll throttle her today!"

Camila was already at her wit's end, praying Jonah was still in the dark and that this was merely someone's attempt to extort money from her. But now, it was clear there was no covering this up.

Panic-stricken, she stammered, "She's still asleep, I... I'll wake her up right away..."

"I'm heading home now, and you better keep her there!" Jonah snapped angrily, hanging up.

With such family disgrace, he forwent calling the driver and instead decided to drive home himself.
For the first time in many days, Vincent slept soundly.

She even had a beautiful dream. She dreamed that Eleanor had passed away, leaving her to be completely Aaron's, his one and only, his wife.

But just as she was lost in the passion of the dream with Aaron, Camila yanked her out of bed!

"You’re in so much troubleand you're still asleep!"

Vincent hit the floor with a thud, her pajamas twisting into a mess, her temper flaring instantly: "What the hell!"

With a slap, Camila threw a stack of photos on her, her fury uncontainable: "Take a look for yourself!"

The edge of the photo scraped Vincent's face, causing a sting. Just as she was about to snap, the photos at her feet caught her eye. She felt a chill down her spine as her blood seemed to run cold.

She scrambled to pick up the other photos. The explicit images pierced her like nails, driving her complexion to a ghostly pale until her face turned ashen.

These were the pictures from that day at Hot Spring Resort, where she and Daniel had thrown all caution to the wind in a reckless frenzy.

"Mom..." she stammered, struggling to her feet and gripping Camila's hand, shaking all over, "Where did these photos come from?"

"You’re worried about where they came from? Your dad's found out, and he's on his way back. You better hide now!" Camila, slightly calmer, helped her up and hurried her toward the door.

Vincent collapsed, her eyes wide with terror, "Where can I hide? Mom, save me, Dad's gonna disown me, he's gonna kill me."

A loud crash came from downstairs, sending shivers through Camila and Vincent. As Jonah's roar echoed through the house, Vincent flung herself into her mother's arms, "Mom, save me, please!"

Jonah, his eyes blazing with fury and veins on his hands bulging, grabbed a golf club from downstairs. He stormed up the steps, kicked open Vincent's door, and, seeing mother and daughter clutched together, bellowed, "You disgraceful thing, get over here!"

"Mom!" Vincent screamed.

Jonah approached, pushing Camila aside without hesitation, and swung the golf club onto Vincent's leg. A piercing scream resounded, “Ahh—”

"I'll kill you, you harlot!" Jonah thundered.

He had been in politics for thirty years, always holding himself to the strictest of principles, without a single slip. Colleagues respected him, leaders valued him, and his reputation across the province was immense. Yet, his own daughter had brought him nothing but shame!
"You wanna kill her?!" Camila lunged forward, knocking the golf club from his grasp. She swiftly shielded Vincent behind her, her voice raw with desperation, "You’re so wrapped up in your own ambitions, you’ve never once cared for her. What good does beating her do now? The priority is to contain this mess, not let the Quinns get wind of it."

"The Quinns already know!" Jonah hurled the golf club to the floor with a thunderous crash, "The family head just called to call off the engagement."

Vincent’s expression went blank. "Call off the engagement?"

Seeing Jonas flustered and frantic, she realized something and shouted, "I won’t call it off, I refuse! I will marry Aaron!"

Jonah’s hand met her face with a slap, "If you want to marry him, why can’t you behave properly? Did you think the Quinns would still have you after a scandal like this?"

He stood there, hand on hip, pointing at her, "This could ruin my promotion next year, thanks to you!"

Camila realized the gravity of the situation, and her protective stance over Vincent faltered, "How could this possibly affect your promotion? Sure, the Quinns are powerful, but they don’t run the world.”

"Naive woman!" Jonah barked as he shrugged off her hand, "Aaron's uncle is Jorvik’s top dog. Even the Spacey family treads carefully around him. If he speaks out, who wouldn’t give him face?”

At that moment, Camila understood the enormity of Vincent’s mistake. Fury course through her, and she seized the golf club, swinging it down mercilessly, "Shameless wretch! You’ve doomed us all!"

"Stop, Mom, please stop!" Vincent cried, writhing from the agonizing pain in his right leg, helpless to escape the onslaught, he curled up, his cries heartrending.

Meanwhile, at the Quinn estate.

Bennett sat embedded in a buckskin chair, having already smashed two sets of teacups in anger.

He heard the butler announce the second young master’s arrival. Leaning on his cane, Bennett rose, his rage palpable as he ordered the mess cleared, "Get this filth out of here!"

The servants scrambled to gather the scattered photographs from the floor.

Before they were done, Aaron strode in, moving swiftly, the rain outside painting a monochrome backdrop like an ink wash landscape – a scene that would’ve been pleasant if not for the storm cloud of his expressions.

The foyer's staff quickly averted their gaze.

Wesley crisply closed a large black umbrella.

Bennett approached, "Aaron, you know—”
Aaron swept his gaze across the mess on the floor, consciously avoiding the distasteful photos scattered about without casting them a second glance.

"I'm already aware," he said, his voice as cool as ice.

The family patriarch slammed his cane onto the ground with a thud and lamented, "It was my fault, Aaron. I should have never considered her as a candidate for your marriage without thorough investigation. To think that Jonah would raise such a daughter!"

Aaron's lips tightened, and he went pale but said nothing.

Bennett, knowing he was in the wrong, had insisted that Aaron settle down early. He had been the one searching for a suitable partner from the upper echelon of Nan City, where the current top leader was set to step down the following year, with Jonah likely to take his place.

His daughter seemed like an impeccable match.

But now...

In a fit of anger, Bennett blurted, "I've already informed the Thompsons about calling off the engagement!"

Aaron's eyes remained cold as he replied indifferently, "You've made the decision, Grandpa; that's all that matters."

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Fleeing the Embrace of My Obsessed Husband
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