His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 610

“Today is my seventieth birthday, and you can’t even offer a single word of celebration?!” Jameson’s furious tone echoed through the drawing room, making everyone flinch.

Niamh’s fingers tightened around the picture frame. With her back still to him, she glanced over her shoulder and gave her grandfather a chilling smile. “If I wished you a happy birthday, would you beat me with your cane again?”

It was the first time in years Jameson had seen such a sharp, cutting gaze on Niamh’s face. It was like a knife, aimed straight for his heart.

“Everything I did was for the good of the Quinn family!” he bellowed, stamping his foot in rage.

Niamh’s cold smile remained. “Then it has even less to do with me. I’m not a Quinn.” With that, she strode out of the main house.

Outside, the winding water feature made her pause. After all these years, Jameson hadn’t changed a bit. If anything, old age had only made him more superstitious. Standing by the water’s edge, Niamh’s face grew pale. The design was identical to the one at their old house in Aldonia, and it only brought back terrible memories.

Even now, she could vividly recall how Jameson used to punish her. When she was not yet six, her curiosity led her to pick up a jade statuette from its place of honor in the living room. For that, he had grabbed her by the neck, dragged her outside, and forced her to stand barefoot in the freezing water in the middle of winter. Her ankles had felt like they were about to snap from the cold.

When Hayes and Carlotta returned, she had cried out “Dad, Mom,” only for Jameson to beat her mercilessly with his cane. The pain, the icy cold—Niamh remembered it all with stark clarity. And she remembered how Hayes and Carlotta had stood by and watched, never once trying to stop him or even speaking a word in her defense.

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