Chapter 927: Chapter 927: He’s a Madman_1
He said slowly, "Killed by my dear uncle himself."
She met his gaze without any sign of panic, her voice coquettish and soft yet emotionless and chillingly cold, "Jimmy Simmons, you truly are inhuman."
She said that.
After finishing her words, she attempted to rise and leave, but Jimmy Simmons reached out and forcefully kept her imprisoned on the swing.
As she tried to distance herself from him, she was forced to tilt her head back, exposing her slender and fair neck.
He was quietly close to her, her fragrance overpowering and filled with a soft sweetness. Looking down, he saw her tightly closed lips and couldn’t help but tighten his grip on the cold handrails of the swing.
"You probably don’t know that Arnold Simmons is truly not human, that madman." He managed a mocking smile, noticing Hannah’s displeasure in her brows and eyes.
She was likely indignant on behalf of her uncle.
His smile deepened as he began to unravel the buried past in front of Hannah, the stench of blood so strong it induced nausea.
Father Simmons had heard about the attack on the servant by the ferocious dog Jimmy Simmons kept in the backyard. Although he wanted to discipline him, Old Sir Simmons had always been indulgent, and as a father, he had no say in the matter.
Even Old Sir Simmons greatly admired his grandson’s action; in their kind of family, even the dog they raised had to be the fiercest.
Jimmy Simmons had always admired his grandfather and, encouraged by his words, felt even more proud and pleased, deciding to feed live animals to his dog to nurture its ferocity.
It started with livestock like rabbits, chickens, and ducks, but soon Jimmy Simmons grew dissatisfied with that and decided to send over several pet dogs he had raised from puppyhood.
From that time on, the ruthless and wickedness in Jimmy Simmons’ bones began to show gradually. The thing he cherished in his arms one second might be discarded without a second thought the next.
By the time the dog reached one and a half years old, it had fully developed its ferocity. Apart from Jimmy Simmons, its owner, even Old Sir Simmons could only glance at it from a distance, and the household servants dared not even come near.
And that year was also when Arnold Simmons was brought back to the Simmons family.
"A bastard child? How could Grandfather possibly have a bastard? I don’t believe it! You must be lying to me!"
Though just a child, Jimmy Simmons already bore arrogance and haughtiness in his eyes, beyond the control of even his biological father.
However, Father Simmons also struggled to accept suddenly having a bastard son almost the same age as his own child.
But no matter how much Jimmy Simmons opposed, it couldn’t change the fact that Arnold Simmons was brought into their home.
On the day Arnold arrived, there was a heavy rain.
The boy wore faded T-shirt washed too many times, his pants still stained with water and mud. With his eyes cast down, he looked gloomy and cold, so out of place with everything around him.
Had it not been for the paternity test laid out before everyone, even Old Sir Simmons would not have believed this was the seed of the Simmons family.
But even after knowing this was his son, Old Sir Simmons’ attitude was very cold, even tacitly allowing all the small actions of Jimmy Simmons.
The big rain was swiftly followed by winter, the coldest in several years, with even snowflakes drifting from the sky and a thin layer of ice forming on the ground from the condensed rainwater.
Jimmy Simmons had people drive Arnold Simmons out of the house, locking him in with the dog.
The starving Arnold Simmons had only two choices: be killed by the bloodthirsty beast or kill it himself.
