Back From Prison, Built For Revenge - Chapter 65: Chapter 65

Yael's lips curled into a contemptuous smirk.
With deliberate slowness, Yael adjusted his collar. His gaze swept dismissively over Carlos before finally settling on Hayden, a mocking glint in his eyes.
Yael sneered, "What, Mr. Stone? Getting protective now?"
Yael's voice dripped with sarcasm, each word piercing Hayden's heart like a venomous needle.
"Feeling protective of your mistress?" Yael deliberately drawled out the last words, his tone dripping with mockery.
Hayden's face darkened with rage, his jaw clenched tight. His fists were balled so hard his knuckles turned pale, the joints cracking audibly.
Hayden's chest burned with raging fury, his fingers itching to tear Yael limb from limb.
Carlos wordlessly stepped in front of Hayden like a solid, unwavering wall, his gaze as calm as still water, profound and unfathomable.
"Yael," Carlos's voice was low but carried undeniable authority. "That's enough."
Just four words, yet they carried the crushing weight of absolute authority.
Yael scoffed, brushing off Carlos's warning as if he'd just heard the most ridiculous joke.
Yael lifted his glass, swirling the crimson wine with a lazy flick of his wrist. His eyes gleamed with playful amusement, as if he were settling in to savor every moment of the unfolding drama.
Yael shot Carlos a mocking look. "So, Mr. Lambert, you want to butt in too?" he taunted, his voice dripping with contempt.
Carlos ignored his provocation, speaking in a deceptively calm voice that sent chills down the spine. "Yael, I expect a proper explanation for what happened to Chloe."
His voice was quiet, yet each word struck with the force of a hammerblow, pounding against Yael's very core.
Yael set down his glass, his smirk vanishing as his face darkened with malice.
Yael fixed Carlos with a venomous glare, his voice icy cold—like a frigid gust from the depths of hell.
"Explanation?" Yael retorted with arrogant disdain. "Who exactly do I need to explain myself to?"
Hayden finally snapped. He shoved Carlos aside and lunged at Yael like a man possessed.
"You—" Hayden roared, swinging his fist at Yael with a whooshing sound.
But before Hayden could land a punch on Yael, several well-trained security guards swiftly intercepted him, pinning his arms in an unbreakable hold.
Yael sneered, his eyes alight with utter contempt.
"Mr. Stone, is this your idea of hospitality?" Yael sneered, his voice dripping with mocking amusement.
Hayden struggled against the guards, glaring at Yael, his eyes blazing with fury.
"Let me go." Hayden bellowed, his voice raw with fury. "I'll make him pay for this."
Like a caged beast, Hayden thrashed violently, desperate to break free.
Carlos stepped forward and gripped Hayden's arm, his eyes holding a subtle warning as he urged him to calm down.
Carlos said, "Hayden, calm down." His voice was steady, yet carried an undeniable authority.
Hayden drew a sharp breath, fighting to contain his fury, his chest still heaving violently.
Hayden knew this wasn't the time for reckless actions. He had to keep his cool to find a proper solution.
Hayden slowly unclenched his fists, the fire in his eyes dimming into something far more dangerous—a glacial, calculating coldness.
Carlos turned to face Yael, his gaze as cold and sharp as twin blades.
"Yael, you need to understand clearly that Chloe is not some plaything for your amusement." Carlos's voice was dangerously low, each word weighted with unmistakable warning.
Yael gave a dismissive shrug, looking completely nonchalant, as if Carlos's words meant absolutely nothing to him.
"Plaything?" Yael scoffed, his voice dripping with contempt. "Mr. Lambert, you're seriously overestimating her."
He paused, his tone growing even more mocking. "She's nothing but a—"
"Shut your damn mouth," Carlos roared, cutting Yael off mid-sentence. He couldn't tolerate another second of Yael's insults toward Chloe.
Carlos also frowned, his eyes flashing with a hint of displeasure—clearly deeply displeased with Yael's conduct.
Carlos was stunned by Yael's sheer audacity and overbearing arrogance.
"Yael," Carlos's voice was ice-cold, laced with warning and absolute authority, "you'd better take back what you just said."
Yael let out a cold laugh, utterly unfazed by Carlos's threat as if the man were beneath his notice.
Yael sneered, "What, Mr. Lambert? You'd actually cross me over some woman?" His eyes gleamed with mocking amusement, as if watching an entertaining show unfold.
Carlos didn't reply, his frigid gaze locked onto Yael with razor-sharp intensity—as if he could see right through the man's soul.
Carlos's piercing stare enveloped Yael like an inescapable web, leaving him gasping for breath.
A chill ran down Yael's spine—he felt like prey caught in a predator's crosshairs, every hair on his body standing on end.
Yael instinctively recoiled a step, quickly averting his gaze from Carlos's piercing eyes. For a split second, a flicker of panic flashed through his own.
"Hmph, guess I'm scared of you now," Yael sneered, though the words tasted bitter. He turned on his heel and stalked off, his retreating figure uncharacteristically hasty, betraying a rare hint of embarrassment.
Hayden was about to go after Yael, but Carlos held him back, his eyes carrying a hint of deeper meaning.
"Let him go," Carlos said in a low voice. A flicker of complex emotions crossed his eyes, as if he were hatching a plan.
Hayden stared at Carlos in utter bewilderment, unable to understand why he had allowed Yael to simply walk away. He was so curious.
"Why?" Hayden snapped, his voice tinged with confusion and frustration, unable to grasp what Carlos was thinking.
Carlos didn't respond. He simply gave Hayden's shoulder a reassuring pat, his eyes conveying quiet reassurance.
"Now's not the time to assign blame," he said steadily, a glint of hidden purpose in his eyes. "We've got more pressing matters to attend to."
With that, Carlos turned and left, leaving Hayden standing alone, his mind reeling with questions.
Hayden watched Carlos walk away, his mind swirling with questions. 'What on earth is he up to?' he wondered.
But Hayden believed Carlos had his reasons, and he chose to trust his judgment.
In the hospital room, Chloe slowly opened her eyes. Her vision was a blur.
The harsh glare of the lights stung Chloe's eyes, making her instinctively squeeze them shut. It took a few seconds before she could gradually adjust to the brightness.
She turned her head weakly, taking in her surroundings. She found herself lying in a hospital bed, a thin blanket covering her body. The sharp scent of disinfectant hung heavily in the air.
The room was deathly quiet, save for the monitors' rhythmic beeping—each pulse hammering against her frayed nerves.
Chloe struggled to piece together what had happened before she passed out, her mind a jumbled mess.
She remembered being taken away by Yael, and then—she bolted upright in bed, eyes wide with terror, her body trembling uncontrollably.
"Yael? Where is he?" Chloe's voice quivered with terror, like a startled deer.
Hearing the commotion, Demi rushed in, her face etched with concern.
"Ms. Quinn, you're finally awake," Demi exclaimed in relief and joy, hurrying to Chloe's bedside, her eyes brimming with concern.
At the sight of Demi, Chloe finally let out a breath she'd been holding—it felt like finding her anchor in a storm.
"I'm alright, Demi," Chloe said weakly, forcing a faint smile that couldn't quite mask the bitterness beneath.
Demi gently helped Chloe lie back down, tucking the blanket around her with meticulous care.
Demi's voice was filled with motherly concern, her eyes brimming with worry like a doting elder. "Ms. Quinn, you've been unconscious for three days—you really had us all worried sick."
Chloe's heart lurched when she heard she'd been unconscious for three days. 'Three days? I can't believe I was out that long,' she thought, shock washing over her.
"What happened these past few days?" Chloe blurted out, her voice trembling with anxiety. She was desperate to know what had transpired during her unconsciousness, her heart pounding with unease.
Demi let out a weary sigh, her voice heavy with concern as she recounted the events of the past few days to Chloe.
Chloe listened, shock and fury igniting within her like a wildfire out of control. 'I never imagined Yael could be so utterly depraved and cruel,' Chloe thought in horror.
Chloe thought, 'Never in my wildest dreams did I expect the Stone family and the Foster family to be at each other's throats because of me.' A crushing wave of guilt and self-reproach washed over her.
"Don't worry, Ms. Quinn. Everything will be alright," Demi reassured her and said, her eyes full of encouragement.
Chloe nodded faintly, struggling to compose herself.