Outcast Queen: Her Return from Hell novel Chapter 416

Sensing the approaching reaper, Silas shook even more violently, his teeth chattering uncontrollably.

"Pierce, you've worked so hard all these years." Percival looked down at his brother on the floor, but his words were directed entirely at his son. "So, as your father, I'm giving you a massive gift today."

Without warning, Percival grabbed Silas by the collar and hauled him up like a broken ragdoll.

"Percival! No... please don't!" Silas was terrified out of his mind, begging hysterically. "I was wrong! I swear I know I was wrong! Please, for the sake of our brotherhood, spare my life!"

"Silas, I've given you plenty of chances." Percival shook his head, a ruthless smirk playing on his lips. "It's a shame you never appreciated them. You let your ambition consume you, sinking deeper and deeper. Now... it's time you face the consequences."

"Percival, I'm your brother! You can't do this to me! If you just let me go, I'll disappear from Cloudhaven right now and never come back!"

*Squelch—*

The begging stopped abruptly. Nobody saw Percival pull out the razor-sharp knife, but he drove it mercilessly into Silas's arm without a second of hesitation!

"Ahhhh!!!"

A guttural scream tore from Silas's throat, shattering the silence of the estate.

The excruciating pain twisted Silas's face into something unrecognizable as he howled like a wild animal.

The estate staff turned deathly pale, dropping their heads and holding their breath. Not a single one of them dared to look at the bloody, brutal scene unfolding before them.

Arthur squeezed his eyes shut in agony, remaining entirely silent.

He knew better than anyone that his past leniency had caused too many disasters. The only person left who could possibly save the Sterling foundation was Percival.

If he threw away his pride to protect Silas now, the entire family would be doomed beyond repair.

Pierce and Phoenix both frowned, watching the scene with shock and suspicion.

They had assumed Percival's high-profile return was to beg for mercy on his brother's behalf.

Who could have predicted he would be this vicious, plunging a knife into his own brother's flesh in front of everyone!

The strike was vicious. The cold steel pierced straight through Silas's forearm. The tip of the blade protruding from his skin dripped warm, crimson blood onto the floor—*drip, drip, drip*.

"Percival, what the hell is wrong with you?" Pierce's eyes were glacial. "Trying to play the martyr for me? You think stabbing Silas once is going to erase all the hatred I've carried?"

Percival didn't say a word. Without changing his expression, he ripped the dagger out, sending a spray of blood through the air, and immediately drove it into Silas's other arm!

This second strike was just as devastating and resolute.

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