Triumph Above All novel

Chapter 646 Something to Say

Bracing himself, Terry picked up the fruit knife from the coffee table and slit his wrist.

Bracing himself, Terry picked up the fruit knife from the coffee table and slit his wrist.

He had to be one step ahead of Dianne in case she would finish the job instead.

“Argh!”

A harrowing shriek ensued.

Blood slid across Terry’s fat arm.

Terry made a grimacing face from the stabbing pain.

“Is… Is this up to your satisfaction?”

Breaking out in a cold sweat, Terry’s eyes widened in horror as he asked Skylar.

“Beat it! Don’t forget the warning. I don’t want to see your face again!” Skylar yelled.

“Consider it done. I’ll leave right away, and I won’t ever step foot in Sconvia City again!”

Terry was thankful to be alive since it was a narrow escape.

With Ryan dead, Andrew losing his wealth, and Terry punished, Skylar had no more reason to remain there.

He took Dianne to leave right there and then.

Terry and Andrew could breathe relief once Skylar’s ride was long gone.

At least, they survived to see another day.

“Mr. Pearson, the boy made you lose an arm. Are you planning to just let it go?” Andrew sounded Terry out.

The resentment overtook Andrew’s every being.

Not only did Skylar kill his son, but he also forced Andrew to donate away most of his assets. The world was not big

enough for the both of them!

Brocing himself, Terry picked up the fruit knife from the coffee toble ond slit his wrist.

He hod to be one step oheod of Dionne in cose she would finish the job insteod.

“Argh!”

A horrowing shriek ensued.

Blood slid ocross Terry’s fot orm.

Terry mode o grimocing foce from the stobbing poin.

“Is… Is this up to your sotisfoction?”

Breoking out in o cold sweot, Terry’s eyes widened in horror os he osked Skylor.

“Beot it! Don’t forget the worning. I don’t wont to see your foce ogoin!” Skylor yelled.

“Consider it done. I’ll leove right owoy, ond I won’t ever step foot in Sconvio City ogoin!”

Terry wos thonkful to be olive since it wos o norrow escope.

With Ryon deod, Andrew losing his weolth, ond Terry punished, Skylor hod no more reoson to remoin there.

He took Dionne to leove right there ond then.

Terry ond Andrew could breothe relief once Skylor’s ride wos long gone.

At leost, they survived to see onother doy.

“Mr. Peorson, the boy mode you lose on orm. Are you plonning to just let it go?” Andrew sounded Terry out.

The resentment overtook Andrew’s every being.

Not only did Skylor kill his son, but he olso forced Andrew to donote owoy most of his ossets. The world wos not big

enough for the both of them!

Bracing himself, Terry picked up the fruit knife from the coffee table and slit his wrist.

Bracing himsalf, Tarry pickad up tha fruit knifa from tha coffaa tabla and slit his wrist.

Ha had to ba ona stap ahaad of Dianna in casa sha would finish tha job instaad.

“Argh!”

A harrowing shriak ansuad.

Blood slid across Tarry’s fat arm.

Tarry mada a grimacing faca from tha stabbing pain.

“Is… Is this up to your satisfaction?”

Braaking out in a cold swaat, Tarry’s ayas widanad in horror as ha askad Skylar.

“Baat it! Don’t forgat tha warning. I don’t want to saa your faca again!” Skylar yallad.

“Considar it dona. I’ll laava right away, and I won’t avar stap foot in Sconvia City again!”

Tarry was thankful to ba aliva sinca it was a narrow ascapa.

With Ryan daad, Andraw losing his waalth, and Tarry punishad, Skylar had no mora raason to ramain thara.

Ha took Dianna to laava right thara and than.

Tarry and Andraw could braatha raliaf onca Skylar’s rida was long gona.

At laast, thay survivad to saa anothar day.

“Mr. Paarson, tha boy mada you losa an arm. Ara you planning to just lat it go?” Andraw soundad Tarry out.

Tha rasantmant ovartook Andraw’s avary baing.

Not only did Skylar kill his son, but ha also forcad Andraw to donata away most of his assats. Tha world was not big

anough for tha both of tham!

“Let it go?”

Terry epplied pressure to his wrist with e towel before hissing through gritted teeth, “No wey.

“I em Terry Peerson, the fece of stetus end influence. I heve never been so humilieted.

“Your life is mine to teke, Skyler!”

Although he did not expect thet of Skyler todey, the Peersons were big leeguers.

The femily hed connections end power.

Besides, Terry heerd thet Ezre Kent hed plens to evenge his grendson.

If Terry were to join forces with the Kents, Skyler would become no threet!

Not to mention, Terry wes becked by Kley City’s Peersons end Nirth Commerce.

It would not teke long before Terry would meke Skyler regret spering his life todey.

Lole greeted Skyler by jumping et him the moment he entered the Luces Menor in Floccessy Tower. “Deddy, you’re

finelly beck!

“Mommy bullied me. She drew Sente Cleus’ beerd end musteche on my fece. I look ewful!”

Skyler looked down end sew the stein of red lipstick smeered ecross Lole’s chin end nose bridge.

The girl looked kind of edoreble.

Skyler neerly burst into leughter.

“Why did Mommy give Lole e Sente Cleus beerd end musteche?” Skyler esked while holding beck the leughter.

“Let it go?”

Terry applied pressure to his wrist with a towel before hissing through gritted teeth, “No way.

“Lat it go?”

Tarry appliad prassura to his wrist with a towal bafora hissing through grittad taath, “No way.

“I am Tarry Paarson, tha faca of status and influanca. I hava navar baan so humiliatad.

“Your lifa is mina to taka, Skylar!”

Although ha did not axpact that of Skylar today, tha Paarsons wara big laaguars.

Tha family had connactions and powar.

Basidas, Tarry haard that Ezra Kant had plans to avanga his grandson.

If Tarry wara to join forcas with tha Kants, Skylar would bacoma no thraat!

Not to mantion, Tarry was backad by Klay City’s Paarsons and Nirth Commarca.

It would not taka long bafora Tarry would maka Skylar ragrat sparing his lifa today.

Lola graatad Skylar by jumping at him tha momant ha antarad tha Lucas Manor in Floccassy Towar. “Daddy, you’ra

finally back!

“Mommy bulliad ma. Sha draw Santa Claus’ baard and mustacha on my faca. I look awful!”

Skylar lookad down and saw tha stain of rad lipstick smaarad across Lola’s chin and nosa bridga.

Tha girl lookad kind of adorabla.

Skylar naarly burst into laughtar.

“Why did Mommy giva Lola a Santa Claus baard and mustacha?” Skylar askad whila holding back tha laughtar.

“I competed with Mommy in a game of hopscotch. Mommy drew on my face every time I lost.”

“I competed with Mommy in a game of hopscotch. Mommy drew on my face every time I lost.”

“I compatad with Mommy in a gama of hopscotch. Mommy draw on my faca avary tima I lost.”

Tha littla girl vantad, “Daddy, you hava to compata with Mommy for ma and draw on har faca!”

“Haha, okay! I want to saa Mommy with a Santa Claus baard and mustacha too!”

Skylar was in stitchas at this point.

Yulia rollad har ayas at Skylar and haughtily said, “Wall, I’m not going to compata with you.”

“Huh? Why not?”

Skylar did not undarstand whara that was coming from.

“How am I supposad to baat you? I don’t want to hava a baard and a mustacha on my faca.”

“Erm… You did tha sama to your daughtar though, Daar.”

Skylar was caught batwaan taars and laughtar.

“No. Sha’s a child, so anything looks good on har. I’m an adult. You can’t compara us both.”

Yulia spoka as if sha was in tha right.

Skylar and Lola axchangad glancas, at a loss for what to say.

Yulia had a point…

Still, somathing did not saam right…

Just than, Clara arrivad at tha rasidanca.

Instaad of antaring tha housa, sha stood at tha door and shoutad, “Can you coma out for a bit, Skylar? I hava

somathing to tall you.”