Chapter 1453: Jose Floyd Gone Mad

"She’s mine! The Seys Family has to give her back to me!!" Jose Floyd’s eyes were bloodshot as if soaked in blood, his face cold, his roar completely irrational.

"Her last name is Seys! She can only be buried with her mother and brother! Nicole is the Seys Family’s, not our Seal Family’s! What right do you have to snatch her body?!" Langdon Seal growled, hoping Jose Floyd could regain a bit of sanity.

Jose Floyd had lost all reason. "No! Nicole won’t die! She can’t die! I never needed her to take the knife for me! I didn’t need it! The Seys Family has to give her back to me! She’s mine, not the Seys Family’s!!"

If she’s dead, what is he supposed to do!!

Behind him, Jorge Saxton looked at Jose Floyd, who had already descended into madness, afraid he really would go head‑to‑head with the Seys Family. He couldn’t care about anything else anymore and directly came up from behind, gritted his teeth, and ruthlessly knocked Jose Floyd out!

"Jose!" Langdon Seal immediately reached out to catch Jose Floyd’s body.

With Jorge Saxton helping, the two of them carried Jose Floyd to the bed and laid him down.

Just as they finished settling Jose Floyd, they saw, on his cold face, a clear drop sliding from the corner of his eye.

Both Jorge Saxton and Langdon Seal felt their hearts grow heavy; watching Jose Floyd, their hearts filled with ache.

Jorge Saxton picked up his phone and called the private doctor from Clearflower Estate. "Bring some anesthetic over to Langdon Seal’s place!"

Langdon Seal understood immediately and asked, "Will the anesthetic last until Nicole’s funeral is over?"

Jorge Saxton looked at the unconscious Jose Floyd, shook his head, and said in a low voice, "This is the only way. If Jose goes to the Seys Family to make a scene, with Arlo Seys’s nature of protecting Nicole, just seeing Jose might be enough to make him want to kill him. And if it really blows up with the Seys Family, you think Jose Floyd can come out on top? Besides, if Jose and Arlo really clash, I won’t just sit back and watch. I’ll kill the both of them and finally have some peace!"

Langdon Seal was silent for a moment, then looked at Jorge Saxton and asked seriously, "Nicole... is she really dead?"

Why did it feel so unreal? He’d never liked Nicole much because she’d hurt Jose, but Nicole suddenly being gone—he himself hadn’t yet digested this shocking news, let alone Jose, who loved her that much.

Jorge Saxton nodded, his voice heavy. "The day after tomorrow is Nicole’s funeral. The Seys Family has already started sending invitations to relatives and friends. Now the entire upper class of City C—anyone among the social elite who attended Ariel’s birthday banquet—already knows that Miss Seys was gravely injured and passed away."

"Then Jose..." Langdon Seal looked at the tear at the corner of Jose Floyd’s eye, his chest tightening.

Jorge Saxton let out a deep sigh. "Let’s hope time can make him forget. And if he can’t, there’s nothing we can do. There will never be another Nicole in this world, and Jose has no way to find a substitute for her."

Langdon Seal looked at Jose Floyd, his gaze complicated.

With Jose like this now, should he tell him that Nicole once had a child killed by his mother?

Nicole is gone now. If the truth about the child resurfaces, what kind of madness... would Jose fall into?

Langdon Seal didn’t dare imagine it, and in this moment, the dislike he had once felt for Nicole was reduced to nothing but a silent sigh.

Nicole had still been so young, and she’d even been schemed against by his mother, who caused her to miscarry Jose’s child. Back then, the stab she gave Jose has, in a way, truly been repaid now—she blocked Brianna Wilson’s knife for Jose.

Strictly speaking, it’s Jose who now owes Nicole. After all, it was their mother who took away that child, who inflicted that harm on Nicole...

Langdon Seal’s heart was tangled and heavy; he didn’t know whether he should tell Jose Floyd this truth.

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Time kept passing.

On the third day, the Seys Family began the funeral rites.