The Divorced Military Queen Awakens (by Sadie Baxter) novel Chapter 486

Chapter 486 Unraveling The Past

Chapter 486 Unraveling The Past

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Joaquin leaned forward. “You truly believe her sickness came only from my captivity?”

Julius frowned. “What are you implying?” A prickle of dread crawled up his spine.

I finally tasted happiness. Don’t let him smash it to pieces again.

“Madness runs in your mother’s bloodline,” Joaquin said. “Her aunt died in an asylum long before I ever touched their family.”

Julius‘ face drained of color, then hardened into stone.

Joaquin spread his hands. “Two generations. Two confirmed lunatics. Do you still think that’s a coincidence? Whitethorn men are obsessive. Combine that with her blood, and what does that make you? You grew up emotionally barren, a machine that showed pain only when my fists landed.”

Julius‘ expression darkened, as though storm clouds had rolled across his face and blotted out every hint of light.

“Yet even when I beat you later, you stopped screaming. Do you know how dull that made you? How could someone so lifeless ever hope to hold on to your mother? You’re nothing but a useless prop, Julius. And still you dare to daydream about happiness–how laughable! You really believe you and Quinn can end up happy? Aren’t you afraid the madness in your mother’s blood will find its way into yours? Maybe you can convince yourself you’ll stay sane, but what about your children? What if they inherit it?”

Julius’s face turned the color of slate. A growl tore from his throat. “That’s enough—stop!”

“Tell me, Julius, if Quinn learns all this, will she still want you? Will she risk bringing a child into the world who might carry the same curse? Picture it–your son or daughter grows up, the illness blooms, and one day, they end their own life. Do you really think Quinn will still love you then, or will she damn you as the murderer you are?”

Veins stood out in Julius‘ neck, rage boiling over. “Shut up!”

Joaquin continued, “She won’t love you anymore, Julius. A woman raised in a warm, ordinary home longs for nothing else. She will never choose a future steeped in tragedy.”

With a violent scrape of the chair, Julius surged to his feet. His arm shot across the small table, knocking over a glass of water, and clamped around Joaquin’s throat. He squeezed with a ferocity born of decades of bottled hatred, fingertips digging so deep they blanched white. “I told you–shut up!”

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Chapter 486 Unraveling The Past

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Joaquin did not lift a finger. He simply sat there, offering his neck like a penitent pilgrim inviting martyrdom.

Julius‘ eyes burned crimson, alive with murder. Every tendon in his arm trembled, as though he truly meant to wring the life out of his father.

Only when two uniformed guards rushed forward and pried them apart did the spell finally break.

One guard planted himself between the men, breath quick and stern. “Mr. Julius Whitethorn, your emotions are unstable. Please leave immediately. If you continue, we will press charges.”

Julius pressed his lips into a bloodless line. The hand that had closed around Joaquin’s throat twitched, an almost imperceptible tremor betraying the fury still coursing through him.

For a split second, the urge to kill had been absolute. He had wanted to end the man in front of him. If Joaquin died, perhaps the secret infecting his mother’s bloodline would die with him

-sealed forever in silence.

Saying nothing more, Julius pivoted on his heel and strode toward the exit, footsteps muffled

yet urgent.

“If you truly mean to kill me,” Joaquin called after him, “make sure you finish the job next time. No hesitation–end me outright.”

Julius‘ mouth twitched in something too thin to be a smile. “So you really want me to kill you? If I do, though, Quinn would only suffer.”

He could not afford another mistake.

Thank heaven the guards had intervened. Joaquin could die, but he must never die by Julius‘ own hand.

In a quiet corner of the café, Quinn sipped her latte and idly scrolled through a shopping app on her phone.

From the edge of her vision, she spotted Julius stepping through the door.

Apparently, his meeting with his father had ended far sooner than she expected.

Julius moved toward her table with measured, heavy steps.

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