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Chapter 246: The Patriarch's En

Edrick

I hated to say it, but Moana looked more beautiful than ever as she practically assaulted my evil father on the back lawn.

"He's no threat," she said as she released her grip on his shirt and let him fall back to the ground, then turned and walked back to meet me. "The knife is gone. He's just an angry old man now and nothing more."

Moana was right; the knife was indeed gone. It shattered when Michael tried to stab her with it.
During those moments when the knife was plunged into her belly, it felt as though my heart stopped. I watched in horror as the knife disappeared into her belly. When my father pulled it out, it was covered in blood and he had a maniacal grin on his face.

But something happened then. She became enveloped in that golden light again, only this time it was even brighter and more blinding than before. I thought she was dying, but it turned out that she healed instantly. If my father had stabbed her just milliseconds earlier, he certainly would have killed her.

She was already shifting by the time he stabbed her. Although the knife pierced her skin, the wound closed immediately on its own. I remembered seeing the golden light grow. The knife burst into a million pieces. Shards of it went flying through the air and rained down on my father and me like a hailstorm.
I didn't remember anything after that other than my consciousness fading in and out of existence as Moana tried to heal me.

I thought for sure that I would die. And I did die, for a short time. But not for long. Moana persevered, just like she always did. When I woke up, she was standing over me as I laid on the dining table, and all I wanted to do was kiss her.

She was like my guardian angel.
In an odd way, I was glad that she accidentally healed my father. I didn't want him to die. I wanted him to suffer throughout the remainder of his miserable little existence, locked away in a cell somewhere to rot.

"You whore!" Michael screeched, shaking me out of my deep train of thought. "I would have killed you anyway, regardless of whether you were the Golden Wolf or not! All you've ever done is ruin my family and taint my bloodline!"

Moana opened her mouth to retaliate, but I grabbed her arm and shook my head. The security guards were already dragging Michael to his feet. I gave Moana a squeeze before I walked over to face him.

His face was beet red and covered in his own sweat, blood, and dirt from the ground. He growled and snarled like a rabid animal, practically foaming at the mouth as he struggled against the security guards.

His face was beet red and covered in his own sweat, blood, and dirt from the ground. He growled and snarled like a rabid animal, practically foaming at the mouth as he struggled against the security guards.

"Go on and humiliate yourself, Michael," I said, not even wanting to refer to this monster as my own father anymore. "You're not escaping now. Do you have any last words before I send you off to prison, where you belong?"

Michael let out a low, angry growl. "You've betrayed your family, Edrick," he whispered, spittle flying out of his mouth as his body shook. "You've chosen that... that scum over your own flesh and blood. You will rue the day that you made that mistake. Mark my words."

I couldn't help but laugh. "You're so wildly misguided that it's almost pathetic," I said, pushing my sleeves up to my elbows. "I'm not the one who ruined this family, and neither is Moana. You have no one to blame but yourself."

Michael's face darkened and his eyes went wide. "What?" he said. "Have you gone mad?"
I shook my head and took a step back, preparing myself to do what I should have done years beforehand as I curled my fingers into a fist and pulled my arm back.

"I haven't," I replied, tilting my chin down while the security guards continued to hold Michael in place by either arm, leaving his face free and clear for me. They knew what I was planning on doing to him. "But you have if you think that you didn't already ruin this family over twenty years ago when you decided to cheat on my mother."
Michael's eyes widened. He opened his lips to speak, but before anything could even come out, I pulled my arm back a little more as though I was drawing an arrow. I then let my fist go, and watched with satisfaction as it flew straight into my evil father's jaw.

His head reeled backwards, and blood instantly began pouring out of his nose. All of a sudden, I felt a hand on my arm and looked down to see Selina standing there with a stern look on her face.

I thought that she was going to scold me for hitting my father, but she didn't.

"Here." She pulled her handkerchief out of her pocket and gave it to me. "To wipe the blood off of your fist."

I couldn't help but laugh. The old housekeeper then turned to face Michael, and stormed up to him while he was still groaning over his broken nose. I watched in awe as she reached out and grabbed a handful of his shirt, pulled him down to her level, and then spat in his eye.

"I've always hated you," she growled. "And just so you know, there has never been a single time in which I didn't spit in your tea when you came to visit."

With that, Selina stomped on my father's foot, causing him to yowl in even more pain while her spit dripped down his cheek, then picked up her skirt and stormed back off to the house. The security guards and I howled in laughter.
Finally, I turned around to see Moana standing behind me. She was holding Ella, and was carrying her back to the house. I watched them leave, and couldn't help but smile at the image of Moana's red hair billowing in the wind as she walked back to the house.

"What should we do with him?" one of the security guards asked over my dad's howls of pain.

I simply shrugged as I wiped the blood off of my knuckles.

"Take him to the police," I said. "Tell them everything."

"Y-You'll regret this." My father's voice was hoarse and choked, and yet he was still blabbering on. "I'll give it a week, and then you'll see how you wish that bitch was dead."

I just shook my head. "You're wrong, Michael," I said, stuffing the bloody handkerchief that I used to clean my knuckles in his shirt pocket. "In fact, you've never been more wrong in your life. I'll give it a week, and then you'll wish that you were dead."

My dad just scowled at me. I waved my hand dismissively, then turned to join my family back at the house.

"Don't worry about being gentle with him," I said to the guards over my shoulder. "Be as rough as you want. In fact, I'll give a raise to whoever is the roughest."

Behind me, I heard the sounds of my father being roughed up by the security guards. But I wasn't concerned about that, as all I saw when I looked up was Moana's beautiful face looking out at me from the doorway, and her hand on her belly.