Third person's POV
Ambrose couldn't bear it any longer and stepped in between the two.
He spoke with righteous indignation, "Enough. Why do you have to tear each other apart? At worst, from now on, Zander will give up all inheritance rights. Let me take him away. He will never appear before you again."
Even now, Ambrose still spoke with a condescending tone, not realizing any fault of his.
If Derek were a child, he would definitely be very sad. Now, he just slowly shifted his bloodshot eyes toward Ambrose's face.
With a smirk that seemed more like a grimace, Derek spoke like a devil, "What of mine does he have to give up? Ambrose, if I were you, I'd get out of here and stop being a nuisance."
"What?"
In the past, Derek was still respectful to him. Now, his tone was disdainful and cruel.
Clearly, Derek was not in the mood to argue.
He looked down at Zander coldly, "You're not talking, huh? I have plenty of ways to make you talk."
After saying this, Derek dragged him by the arm. Since Zander was still bleeding, the scene was akin to a crime scene.
Compared to Derek, Zander's life had been smooth sailing. He grew up under the care of his parents. He never suffered such humiliation before.
At that moment, he truly felt fear. Derek was a different person from before.
"Save me!" Zander began to call for help.
Derek dared to treat Zander like this in front of them. Who knows what ruthless methods he would use out of sight?
Things were already spiraling out of Ambrose's control. With no other options, Ambrose took out his phone.
He didn't care about much else now. He just hoped Zander could survive and get away from Derek.
"Let him go, or I will call 911 immediately."
Derek stopped in his tracks, glanced at Ambrose, and said, "Call 911? Do you think you have the chance?"
As he spoke, he slightly lifted his chin, and Rolf stepped forward to snatch Ambrose's phone.
"Derek! What on earth are you doing, you bastard?"
Derek, like a devil in human skin, looked at them with cold eyes, "Ambrose, I gave you the chance to leave, but you brought this on yourself. Since both of you want to be guests, as the host, I must entertain you well. Truman, take our guests to the villa, where Andrea used to stay."
Ambrose glared at Truman, "Truman, don't listen to this bastard's words."
Truman calmly replied, "I'm sorry, Ambrose. But you no longer have the right to command me. This house belongs to Derek now."
With that, Truman had the two men forcibly taken away.
Phoebe screamed, and even her high heels fell off during the struggle.
"Zander! Zander! Derek, just spare him!"
"I was wrong. Just blame me, okay? Come after me, spare him!"
Derek glanced at the dying man on the ground and said softly, "It's too late."
Ambrose and Phoebe were taken to the small courtyard, which was prepared separately for Andrea back then.
At that time, Andrea's mental state was unstable. She could hurt others and herself, so her room was very special, with doors and windows all welded with steel.
They were pushed in. Truman locked the iron gate behind them. The two of them clutched the bars, pleading incessantly.
"Truman, you're arbitrarily imprisoning people, once it's..."
Truman indifferently interrupted, "Ambrose, do you think you have a chance to call the police?"
Ambrose's heart skipped a beat, "What do you mean?"
Truman, no longer as respectful as before, said, "To be honest, I've wanted to do this for a long time. Take this opportunity to experience what Andrea and Alpha Elliott have been through all these years. Everything you're suffering is your own fault."