Chapter 476: Uncle... Husband...

The Blackwood Estate.

Night had fallen, but the Blackwood estate was shrouded in darkness.

Sylvia Blackwood returned from the hospital and turned on the living room lights, revealing Silas Blackwood sitting there.

Silas’s eyes were hollow and lifeless. He looked as if he had aged twenty years in an instant.

"Brother, why are you sitting here in the dark?" Sylvia asked as she flicked on the switch, but Silas remained motionless.

"I went to the hospital to see Dad. He... The doctor said if you don’t approve the treatment... Brother, no matter what, he’s still our father. If he doesn’t get treated, his life is ruined."

At the mention of Caleb Blackwood, Silas finally stirred. "Does he even deserve to be called a father?"

"Hasn’t he already ruined my life? He never liked you much growing up—he only cared about having a son. Why are you still worrying about him?" Silas demanded.

Sylvia didn’t want to get involved either, but he was her father, after all. How could she just stand by and watch Caleb suffer like that?

"No matter what, you’re still his son," she said.

Silas scoffed. "If he could do something like this, he never saw me as his son. What’s happening to him now, he brought it all on himself. The things he and Anna Nash did behind my back... I can’t even bring myself to say them. And so what if he’s cured? Do you think Quentin Blackwood will let him off easy? It’s better not to treat him. Just let him live like this for the rest of his life!"

’That man is an animal,’ Silas thought, his mind fixated on Caleb Blackwood.

’He actually wanted Anna to have his child? Fine. Let’s all go completely insane. Let the Blackwood line end for good.’

Silas went upstairs. In a guest room, Anna Nash was still lying where she had been thrown.

This was the very room where Caleb Blackwood and Anna Nash had carried on their affair time and again.

Silas stormed in and went straight for Anna’s throat, his hands closing around her neck. "The two of you, behind my back, right here... you even made a child. You deserve to die!"

He squeezed with immense force, the veins on Anna’s neck bulging.

Just as she was about to suffocate, Silas released his grip. "Dying would be too easy for you."

The next second, his palm cracked across her face. "You bitch! Bitch!"

Anna burst into laughter. "Silas Blackwood, you impotent man! You can’t do anything right. You’re useless! How pathetic. You’re the most pitiful creature in the entire world! Hahaha!"

Seeing her like this, Silas lashed out with his foot, kicking her hard in the stomach. "You’re the pitiful one, you damn woman!"

He kicked her again and again. A sharp, intense pain shot through Anna’s abdomen, and crimson blood began to flow from between her legs.

Silas still wasn’t satisfied. "You think you’re worthy of carrying a Blackwood child? In your dreams!"

After venting his rage for a while, Silas finally left.

Anna lay collapsed on the floor, her stomach aching terribly.

"Silas, don’t go! Take me to the hospital! The hospital!"

Anna’s desperate cries followed him, but Silas didn’t even glance back.

The blood was still flowing. Anna knew she was going to lose the baby.

"Hahahahaha!" She forced herself to laugh loudly through the pain, looking truly like a madwoman.

Silas came back downstairs but didn’t stop, continuing straight towards the exit.

"Brother, where are you going?" Sylvia was still downstairs.

This family was well and truly shattered.

Caleb Blackwood was in the hospital with nothing left but his life, his future completely uncertain.

Mrs. Blackwood had also been rushed to the hospital from the shock and was still in a coma.

Blackwood Corporation was in chaos. Countless partners were calling to terminate contracts, and the media was swarming. Hordes of reporters were camped outside both the hospital and the Blackwood estate.

And the Blackwood Group’s stock? In just one day, it had plummeted so far that there was no hope of a comeback.

The internet was flooded with news about the Blackwood family; it had become the biggest scandal of the moment.

Silas walked out the main gate. Even though it was the middle of the night, a huge crowd was still gathered there.

The moment Silas appeared, they swarmed him.

"Young Master Blackwood, do you have any comment on today’s events? Would you call this karma?"

"Were you completely unaware of what was happening between your father and your wife? What do you plan to do about your wife’s child?"

"Young Master Blackwood, just give us a few words!"

The reporters thrust their microphones forward, all vying for the headline.

"Get lost!" Silas suddenly produced a knife. He looked ready to slash at anyone who dared to get closer.

The hashtag #SilasBlackwoodAttacksPeopleOnTheStreet quickly started trending.

Nobody wanted to die, so naturally, they backed away.

Silas got in his car and drove off. He didn’t know where to go. He didn’t even know if there was a place left in the world for him.

The whole world was laughing at him now, laughing at the Blackwood family’s scandal.

"Follow him! Follow him!" Seeing Silas leave, the reporters scrambled to follow.

Unfortunately, they were tailing him too closely. Silas sped up to overtake another car, then lost control and crashed directly into a large tree on the side of the road.

The media members panicked. "This has nothing to do with us! He crashed the car all by himself!"

However, Silas’s car accident wasn’t serious, and he was quickly taken to the hospital.

「...」

「The next day」

Ivy Sherwood woke up in Quentin Blackwood’s arms.

Quentin had woken up before her and was gazing at her with a searing intensity.

"Morning, Mr. Blackwood."

He watched her, her eyes still drowsy and hazy with sleep.

Her ruby lips parted slightly as she spoke, and Quentin’s Adam’s apple bobbed. A mischievous thought popped into his head.

"Call me Uncle."

Ivy was taken aback by his words. She had no idea Quentin had such a peculiar fetish.

"That doesn’t seem appropriate. Are you sure you want me to call you that?"

"You’re right, it’s not appropriate. You should call me ’Husband’ instead."

Tch!

’Shameless old pervert!’

"I’m getting up."

Ivy sat up, but Quentin just wrapped his arms around her waist and snuggled closer.

"Sleep a little longer."

"I can’t."

"But I don’t want to let go."

Ivy’s heart pounded. ’Is Quentin Blackwood actually whining?’

She had to grab her phone and capture this moment.

"Trying to take a sneaky picture of me?"

Ivy admitted it freely. "Yep. What’s wrong? Am I not allowed?"

Ivy added, "This way, if you ever do something to make me mad, I’ll post these online. Let everyone see what the CEO of DG is really like in private."

"Not at all. You can photograph me anywhere you like. Should I take a little more off for you?"

Ivy: "!!"

"I’m a respectable person!"

Quentin said, "Well, I’m not."

With that, he took the phone from her hand, aimed the camera at the two of them, and snapped several pictures. CLICK, CLICK.

Then Quentin tilted Ivy’s chin up and kissed her, taking several more photos of them just like that.

But Quentin didn’t stop. His voice was husky as he continued, "It might be hard to use these photos to threaten me and make DG’s stock plummet. Why don’t I give you some more leverage? How about we create some more evidence, just like Anna Nash did?"

Ivy knew he was doing it on purpose. Quentin might be willing, but she wasn’t.

"Stop, no, don’t! Uncle, I’m begging you, don’t take pictures." Ivy had originally called him ’Uncle’ to please him.

But unexpectedly, hearing that word only made Quentin bolder.

"Uncle..."

"Uncle?"

"Uncle!"

’He isn’t stopping. It’s not working?’

’Why did he just get more aggressive every time I called him that? Didn’t he like hearing it? Wasn’t this enough to placate him?’

Seeing that he was about to pull her pants off, Ivy bit her lip, blushing furiously. Her voice was as soft as an ant’s crawl. "Husband..."

"What did you call me?" Quentin’s movements paused.

When Ivy saw him stop, she thought she had a chance. Her clear eyes blinked once. "Husband, don’t—ah!"