Chapter 120 Isaac Seeks Revenge
Rhys said, "There is a deep connection between a mother and a child, often leading to dreams related to the child, though unexplainable by science. Perhaps it's the child bidding farewell to her."
Isaac felt his heart ache like being pricked by needles, making it hard for him to breathe.
He had lost two children again.
His children wanted to live, but he failed to protect them, preventing them from coming into this world.
Suddenly, a hint of fierceness appeared in his eyes.
Isaac took out his phone and called Wesley, "Go and bring Jay in for interrogation. Find out what he did on the day when he helped me and Nora with the DNA test for the unborn child!"
After hanging up, he sat down, with images of Nora lying in a pool of blood flooding his mind.
That blood was his children's lives, lives he failed to notice at that moment.
If only he had been quicker, perhaps his children could have been saved.
Just half an hour later, Wesley sent a video of the interrogation.
In the video, Jay was battered, kneeling on the ground, tearfully repenting, "I'm sorry, Isaac. Whatever punishment you decide, I accept it without complaint. Just please don't harm my family!
"I didn't intend to betray you, Isaac. I was forced!
"That day, after receiving the test results, I wanted to give them to you immediately, but Mortimer suddenly appeared, kidnapped my wife and child, and forced me to falsify the results.
"I couldn't stand by while my family was in danger, so I had to comply with his demands..."
Jay was full of regret and pain.
Tears streamed down his face, mingling with blood, presenting a pitiful sight.
Jay confessed and begged, "The unborn child in Nora's womb is yours, Isaac. Both those test reports were fabricated! I was wrong. Please, Isaac, spare me."
Isaac slammed his phone on the table, clenched his fists tightly, gasping heavily, veins bulging on his forehead.
The child Nora carried was his!
And he had failed to protect the child, losing their lives before they could even enter this world.
"Isaac, calm down," Rhys said, seeing Isaac's bulging veins and trembling body, patting his shoulder with concern.
Such heightened emotions were not good for his heart and blood vessels.
Isaac tightened his fists, a fierce killing intent gleaming in his eyes.
Isaac said his name angrily, "Mortimer!"
He blamed, "If he hadn't deceived me, making me believe that Nora wasn't carrying my child, I wouldn't have let Nora leave my side, wouldn't have neglected her, and she wouldn't have been in danger!"
And regretted, "Our children wouldn't have..."
Mentioning the children brought a suffocating pain to his chest.
The murderous intent in Isaac's eyes grew stronger, his teeth gritted and vowed, "I won't let him off. I must avenge my children!"
Isaac stood up abruptly, a chilling aura surrounding him, striding out of the office.
Rhys advised, "Isaac, calm down. I heard that Mortimer's grandfather, King Cappadocia, has sent his guards to protect Mortimer. If you lay a hand on Mortimer, it will invite disaster!"
Rhys hurriedly grabbed Isaac, trying to persuade him to stay calm.
But Isaac's mind was clouded by rage.
At that moment, all he wanted was revenge, consequences be damned.
Isaac forcefully pushed Rhys away, swiftly leaving the hospital.
"Oh no, Isaac is heading to Mortimer with such fury, trouble is bound to follow!" Rhys exclaimed, stomping his foot in worry.
After a moment of thought, he called Harold and said, "Isaac is going after Mortimer. Hurry and stop him. He seems intent on violence, and it will lead to trouble if he's not restrained!"
Harold Whitaker paused and asked, "What's going on?"
Rhys briefly recounted what he knew to Harold.
"Mortimer is becoming more and more outrageous, resorting to such despicable means!" Harold cursed under his breath.
"Stop cursing for now. Hurry and intercept Isaac!" Rhys urged.
"King Cappadocia has dispatched his guards to protect Mortimer. If they see Mortimer being attacked, they won't stand idly by!" Rhys emphasized.
Harold asked, "Why aren't you stopping him?"
Rhys replied, "I'm powerless, I can't stop him."
Harold sneered, "Don't play innocent. Doctors aren't weaklings."
Rhys touched his nose, ruefully saying, "I'm afraid of getting hit. Didn't you see how terrifying Isaac was just now, like he was about to destroy the world?"
Harold retorted, "I'm afraid of getting hit too."
Rhys simply shrugged, and said, "I don't care. I've already told you, Isaac is your cousin, not mine. If he gets hit, you'll be the one most heartbroken, not me!"
Harold cursed at him and hung up the phone.
Isaac left the hospital, got into his car, and called Wesley, "Immediately find out Mortimer's whereabouts for me!"
Soon, Wesley sent an address.
It was the Radcliffe family's company, Radcliffe Group.
Isaac drove straight there.
Upon arriving at Radcliffe Group, he stormed into the building with a stern face, heading straight for the elevator.
"Isn't that Isaac? Does Lord Lu want to see Mortimer? Please wait a moment, I'll inform him for you," the front desk manager greeted Isaac with a smile, trying to lead him to the waiting area.
But Isaac seemed to ignore her words.
He entered the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor.
The front desk manager wanted to follow, but was kicked out by Isaac.
Shaking with fear, she dared not stop him.
She stumbled back to the front desk and dialed the internal line to the CEO's office, "Please inform Mr. Xiao that Isaac is here... but Isaac seems to be in a bad mood, full of killing intent, as if seeking revenge!"
CEO's office.
After the secretary received the call, she immediately entered the CEO's office and reported to Mortimer, "Mortimer, the front desk called to say that Isaac is here, but..."
Before the secretary could finish, the office door was violently kicked open.
A strong and dangerous aura flooded in.
Following that, a man as handsome as a deity but with a dangerous aura like a demon, barged into the office.
The secretary was so frightened by the dangerous atmosphere that her legs went weak, retreating in fear.
Mortimer glanced up, surprised to see the furious Isaac, but not afraid.
He gently said to the secretary, "You can leave."
"Yes," the secretary felt like she had been granted a reprieve, quickly stumbling out of the office. As if fearing for her life if she stayed a second longer.
Isaac walked up to the desk, and swung his fist fiercely, landing a hard blow on Mortimer's face.
Mortimer dodged backward, but Isaac's fist came at him again.
Punch after punch, each filled with a strong killing intent.
Mortimer was forced to retreat, his face quickly bruised, dodging and asking in a disheveled manner, "Isaac, what are you doing? Have I offended you recently?"
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