Chapter 6
I quickly kicked Garrett in the back and pinned him face-down on the ground.
“Mom, this moron isn’t worth getting upset over. Let me handle him-I know how to deal with these two pieces of shit.”
I told the bodyguards to take them both away.
Then I went over to Mom and acted cute. “Mom, my face really hurts. Can you take me to get it treated first?”
That finally brought Mom back to her senses. She gently touched the wounds on my cheek and took me to the hospital.
The city’s best dermatologists and plastic surgeons all gathered in the treatment room to clean my wounds, discuss treatment options, and ensure I wouldn’t have any scars.
Once they’d finalized the treatment plan, everyone left, and it was just Mom and me in the room.
I rested my head on Mom’s shoulder and softly comforted her. “Mom, don’t listen to that idiot Garrett’s bullshit.”
Mom’s voice was full of guilt and regret. “Willa, your father really did die because of me. Do you hate me for making you grow up without a dad?”
I shook my head and hugged Mom tighter. I knew she’d suffered more than anyone all these years.
Dad used to run with gangs and had countless guys under him. Sterling Whitmore was just one of his foot soldiers.
Then Dad met Mom, and it was love at first sight.
The playboy who used to live for fighting and partying suddenly settled down to take care of my Mom.
But that also meant Dad had a weakness from then on.
So his enemies kept targeting Mom, and Dad ultimately lost his life protecting her-I wasn’t even a year old then.
According to the old-timers who stayed with Mom, if it wasn’t for me, she would have followed Dad to the grave.
For my sake, Mom forced herself to move on from her grief. She disbanded Dad’s gang and picked out the business-minded guys to invest in and start companies.
She also knew that being too visible attracted trouble, so to keep me from becoming a target, she stayed low-key and never appeared in the media.
It’s no exaggeration to say that Mom had backed all three of Chicago’s major business families. Very few people knew this truth.
So, that’s why idiots like Garrett had no clue about Mom’s real identity and dared to run their fucking mouths.
A week later, the wounds on my face had completely healed under the doctors’ care. My skin was even smoother than before.
The housekeeper once again brought over the gift Sterling had sent today-a sapphire necklace, but the massive diamonds adorning it made it clear this was a specially customized luxury piece.
You could tell Sterling was pulling out all the stops to save his son.
Counting the days, I’d been holding Garrett and Brielle for a week now. It was time to pay them a visit.
I had the housekeeper inform Sterling outside, then had the bodyguards bring Garrett and Brielle up from the basement.
In just seven days, they looked like completely different people-hair disheveled, reeking of disgusting odors.
Brielle’s facial wounds had become infected and swollen from lack of treatment. Her entire face had completely disfigured.
Garrett saw Sterling and got so emotional he started crying, crawling over to him desperately.
“Dad, you finally came to save me! You have no idea what hell I’ve been through these past few days!”
