Outcast Queen: Her Return from Hell novel Chapter 417

"Fine, I can give the Sterling family a way out." Pierce ground his teeth, forcing out the most venomous curse he could muster. "But I want you to do exactly what you did to Silas. Cut your own tendons and turn yourself into a complete invalid!"

His eyes burned with manic ruthlessness and years of suppressed resentment.

Standing beside him, Phoenix could clearly feel the hatred rolling off him in waves. But this time, she didn't speak up to stop him. She chose to stand there in silent support.

Advising someone to be forgiving comes from a good place, but pushing too hard crosses the line into hypocrisy.

She hadn't lived his trauma, so what right did she have to demand he let go of his hatred under the guise of "doing what's best for him"?

"Done!"

There was zero hesitation. No struggle whatsoever. Percival spat out the word with absolute certainty.

His unbelievable compliance caught Pierce completely off guard.

Pierce had made that deranged demand purely to vent his anger and provoke the man.

In his mind, Percival was the ultimate selfish coward. There was no way he would ever agree to something like that.

But now... the situation was spiraling entirely out of his control.

Percival turned and picked up a brand-new, gleaming dagger from the coffee table.

His calm demeanor made it seem as if he had anticipated Pierce's demand from the very beginning and had come fully prepared.

"Percival—"

Arthur's voice was hoarse, his eyes shaking violently. The deep wrinkles on his face were etched with unspeakable anguish.

Percival gave him a fleeting glance and gave a barely perceptible shake of his head.

An unspoken understanding and an invisible barrier seemed to exist between father and son, forcefully cutting off whatever Arthur was about to say.

Pierce stared at him, his brow furrowed, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.

Percival, however, offered him a smile of profound relief.

The next second, he flipped his wrist, driving the razor-sharp blade toward his own forearm without a hint of hesitation!

In a flash, a figure lunged forward, grabbing his hand in an iron grip.

"Enough!" Pierce glared into Percival's eyes, his voice as rough as sandpaper. "Whether you actually ruin your hands or not, I will never forgive you."

"If you won't forgive me, then..." Percival lowered his eyes, murmuring softly. "I'm tired of carrying a debt I can never repay."

"Pierce..."

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