Super Sweetheart of the CEO Daddy novel Chapter 1312

When he woke up, he was already locked in a dark room. The wound on his leg had been simply bandaged, and without the help of anesthetic, someone was sewing his wound, causing him to wake up in pain. Seeing the wounds that were beyond recognition, he fainted once again from the pain. After repeating this a few times, he only felt the urge to die.

He knew that if he did not have the courage to seek death, Edwards Wayne would not let him die so easily.

Only by living could he have thousands of ways to torture him.

He, who was almost fifty years old, suffered for his entire life, but in the end, he ended up like this. This was all his own fault, he didn't have the face to beg for forgiveness anymore.

The tightly shut door opened and an ice—cold voice came out: "John Wayne, come out, someone wants to see you!"

John Wayne immediately forced himself to stand up. He thought that the Old President would come and save him, but when he walked out and saw that person, his hopes fell on nothing once again.

The reason why the Old President did not send anyone to kill him was because John Wayne did not know many secrets, but he believed that the President would not let him off that easily.

Jack Wayne sat on the chair, looking at him with a sorrowful gaze, as if he was looking at a stranger.

"Jack, why are you here?" John Wayne did not dare meet his son's eyes. He was afraid.

Jack Wayne gritted his teeth and endured for a long time before asking: "Did you force Grandfather to death? Is this what you want? Are you satisfied now? "

"Jack, even you want to mock me? I'm your father …"

"Grandfather is also your father. You can force him to his death, and I can also learn from you. Do you think that you still have the qualifications to continue to be my father? I am ashamed of you! " Jack Wayne fiercely smashed his fist on the table, so much so that the veins on his forehead were popping.

John Wayne looked at his son's eyes that were filled with anger and resentment.

"Jack, I didn't know that you had such deep feelings for your grandfather. I thought …"

"So why? Do you think I'm as cold—blooded and heartless as you? You have no idea that after you were captured five years ago, your grandparents could have returned to live in peace, but the two elders stayed abroad to live with me. What they did for me, a cold—blooded person like you had no idea at all, grandparents never gave up on you. You are the one who gave up.” Jack Wayne's eyes turned red, and tears rolled in his eyes. He painfully growled, he could not accept this kind of outcome, he would rather his grandfather be defeated by an illness than see him die because of his own father. This kind of pain was not something he could accept.

John Wayne listened to his son's accusation, and saw the condemnation and disappointment in his eyes, he was completely stupefied.

"I don't want to harm your grandfather, I only wanted to use him to threaten Edwards Wayne to give me the shares. It's him … He would rather die than let Edwards Wayne give his share to me. What does this mean? This proves that in his eyes, I am still inferior to Edwards Wayne. " John Wayne still wanted to explain something, but realized that no matter how he tried to explain it, he couldn't prove it for himself.

"Then go to hell!" Jack Wayne stood up, his gaze not carrying even the slightest of kinship, and only coldly said those words, before turning around and leaving.

"Jack, Jack, stop. Listen to me, be careful. I'm worried that they will harm you!" John Wayne ignored his son's curse and started shouting behind his back.

"They? Who is it? Edwards Wayne? Or the old dog you were loyal to? They just have to come. The son will pay the debt of his father, and I am ready to shoulder the consequences for you." Jack Wayne stopped his steps, and coldly laughed at himself.

"I'm sorry, son!" John Wayne's body trembled. Suddenly, he was speechless.

Jack Wayne left immediately, his heart had long ago become numb, and he did not even give a second glance.

John Wayne suddenly calmed down, he sat on the chair, looked at the guard and asked: "Do you have a cigarette? Can you give me one? "

That man didn't show any signs of being loyal, he only stared expressionlessly at the wall in front of him.

John Wayne laughed self—deprecatingly. His current miserable life had made him extremely disrespectful. He suddenly felt that there was no meaning in living anymore.

His son must be desperate for him, too.

At night, John Wayne trembled from the cold. Suddenly, he heard the door being opened by a man.

His face could not be seen clearly, but his voice was cold and merciless: "John Wayne, sir wants me to bring you a few words. If you want your son to be safe and sound, you better shout your mouth up."

"Will Mr. President save me?" John Wayne carried his last hope and asked.