Chapter 163 Did I Hurt You 

“What are you trying to say?” Julius asked, narrowing his eyes. 

“What if she had been hurt even worse?” Joaquin asked with a smug grin. 

Suddenly, Julius‘ whole body trembled. He reached out and grabbed Joaquin by the throat. “Don’t you dare!” 

“Try me,” Joaquin replied, showing no fear. Instead, his smile grew even wider. “You could kill me now and stop any future trouble.” 

Julius pressed his lips together, his grip getting tighter. 

Joaquin’s smile didn’t fade. It grew wider, as if he was looking forward to his own son strangling him. 

Everyone nearby was terrified. 

He’s crazy! 

People had always said the Whitethorn family’s direct descendants were mad, but this father and son were clearly the wildest of them all. 

“Mr. Whitethorn!” one of the bodyguards called out. 

If Julius actually killed Joaquin, the entire Jexburgh would be stunned. 

The bodyguard’s voice snapped Julius back to reality. 

His hand loosened. Joaquin staggered back, coughing. 

“Why didn’t you do it? Are you scared of being called a murderer who killed his father?” 

Julius stared at his hands, his eyes half–closed. 

His hands still had Quinnie’s blood on them. 

He didn’t fear killing his father; he feared becoming someone unworthy of Quinn. 

She was pure and honorable. If he did this, he wouldn’t be able to face her again and grow old by her side. 

“I won’t kill you,” Julius said coldly. “But I’ll do what Grandpa did. I’ll lock you up so you can’t hurt Quinnie.” 

“What?” Joaquin’s expression changed instantly. 

“Shadow Guards!” Following Julius‘ command, dozens of figures appeared in the living room of Whitethorn Manor. 

Joaquin was stunned, but then suddenly smiled. “Ah, so you’ve already made your choice.” 

The Shadow Guards were a special force only the head of the Whitethorn family could command. 

Back when Joaquin lost his wife, he started behaving erratically. He had once beaten his son so badly the boy nearly died. 

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Chapter 163 Did I Hurt You 

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Joaquin’s father had finally stepped in and assigned the Shadow Guards to watch him, keeping him away from Julius. 

After Joaquin’s father passed away, that order ended, and Joaquin returned. 

Julius had always known that Joaquin was using the Whitethorn side family members against him. He never cared until now. 

“From now on, Joaquin is not allowed to leave Whitethorn Island without my permission,” Julius instructed the Shadow Guards. 

“Yes, sir!” the Shadow Guards answered in unison. 

Joaquin didn’t resist. He just smiled and said, “Do you really think locking me up will make things better? That it will clean your hands? Julius, you’re my son. Your hands have been dirty for a long time, and they’ll only get dirtier. Sooner or later, the woman you love will despise you.” 

Julius pursed his lips tightly, ignoring his father. He simply commanded, “Take him to Whitethorn Island!” 

Once Joaquin was gone, Julius looked down at his own hands again. 

“Do you think Quinnie will despise me and leave me?” 

The bodyguard standing next to him was taken aback for a moment, then quickly responded, “Mr. Whitethorn, you’ve treated Ms. Bridger so well. Why would she leave you? She even risked her life for you this time.” 

Julius‘ eyes twinkled slightly. 

Yeah, she did risk her life to protect me. 

But would she have done the same for anyone else if it weren’t me? 

When Quinn woke up the next day, Julius was fast asleep by her bedside. 

Without meaning to, her eyes wandered to his handsome face. 

His thick eyebrows rested above long eyelashes, which cast soft shadows over his eyes. 

Even though he was asleep, there was a slight furrow in his brow, as if he was troubled by something. 

Without realizing it, Quinn reached out, wanting to smooth away that crease. 

But before her hand touched his brow, Julius‘ sharp, dark eyes suddenly snapped open. He grabbed her hand, then quickly let go, realizing what he’d done. “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” 

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