The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 142 – Go to the Branton Family Alone
Chapter 142 - 142 – Go to the Branton Family Alone
New York State.
Inside the Branton Family estate, members of the powerful clan were arriving one after another.
Even Lester and Sara had rushed back.
They'd heard the shocking news—Carlos's car had been smashed, and the attacker had even declared he'd come to their house that night. That kind of threat couldn't be ignored.
"Let's see who has the guts to provoke the Branton Family!" someone muttered coldly.
After Carlos finished recounting the incident, Barron Branton exploded with rage.
"What an arrogant brat! I'd like to see how he plans to take your legs in front of the whole family!"
Carlos frowned. "Dad, judging by the force he used to crush the roof, I think... he's a martial artist. Should we ask Uncle Tristan for help?"
Barron shook his head. "Tristan already went out of his way to bail you out. We can't keep asking him for favors. Go find Alan. That man's greedy—give him money and he'll handle it."
Carlos hesitated. "But I heard... Alan's arm was severed a few days ago."
"Hmph!" Barron snorted. "Even if he's missing an arm, as long as he still has strength, it's enough. That kid's only in his twenties. How strong could he possibly be? Get Alan here."
"Yes, sir."
Carlos nodded and left to hire Alan. A cold sneer crept across his face.
John, I'd like to see how you plan to take my legs.
Inside the estate, the Branton family waited in tense silence.
Lester leaned over to Sara and whispered, "Who the hell is this guy? To say something so insane?"
Sara shook her head. "No idea. But I guess we'll find out tonight."
Night fell.
Everyone remained on alert. But by 8 p.m., there was still no sign of the so-called attacker.
Carlos's expression darkened.
"Was he just bluffing to scare me?"
It was starting to seem likely. After all, if John was really that powerful, why not cripple Carlos in broad daylight? Why wait until nightfall? It sounded more like a taunt than a promise.
Most of the Branton family now believed Carlos had been tricked.
Alan, sitting silently to the side, finally spoke, "Whether this person shows up or not, I've already taken your money. But I won't wait past nine o'clock."
His tone was calm but carried weight. Even with one arm, a martial artist's pride was not to be questioned. No one dared contradict him.
"Damn it, what's going on—?"
Before Carlos could finish venting, the security captain rushed in.
"There's a young man approaching... on a bicycle."
Carlos's eyes sharpened. "It's him. Let him in. Tonight—he dies."
Lester and Sara's faces instantly turned pale.
A young man on a bike?
A cold feeling crept over them.
Could it be...
John?
They had visited John before with their son. They knew there was bad blood between him and Carlos, though the details were unclear.
Now, with Carlos issuing death threats and a mysterious young man arriving at their gates—the truth hit them like a brick.
Lester ran to the gate and peered into the night. As the figure on the bicycle drew closer, the sinking feeling in his chest turned into certainty.
It was John.
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Panic surged in Lester's chest. He looked at Carlos, at Barron, at the other Brantons—none of them knew what kind of man they were provoking.
He made a split-second decision—the boldest one of his life.
With a shout, he ran toward the gate, waving his arms.
"Brother John, stop! Don't come any closer! They hired Alan to kill you!"
The words echoed through the courtyard.
Gasps followed.
Lester, who had always been seen as a weak and useless son-in-law, had defied the family in public.
Carlos's face turned black with fury. "Useless bastard! You want to get kicked out of the family?!"
Even Sara, who had often scolded Lester herself, stood by his side this time. She grabbed her father's arm and begged, "Dad! Please! Dr. John saved our son's life! Let him go!"
Barron paused, surprised. "He helped you?"
"Yes!" Sara explained quickly. "He cured our son's strange illness. We owe him everything!"
Barron went silent, deep in thought.
Carlos immediately jumped in. "Dad, don't be fooled! It doesn't matter if he helped them. He dared to challenge the Branton Family—that's an insult we can't forgive!"
Barron's expression hardened again.
Yes. No matter what favors John had done... it was he who came here to challenge them. Asking for mercy now would be ridiculous.
Sara's face fell. She realized that mercy wouldn't come from Barron.
Desperate, she ran to the gate and shouted, "Dr. John! Please go! My brother hired a martial artist to trap you—don't fall for it!"
John looked at the couple's anxious faces, clearly risking everything to help him.
His heart stirred. Especially toward Lester.
This man, despite being married into the family and treated like dirt, had still chosen to warn him.
That... was loyalty.
"I appreciate it," John said calmly. "But I've already made my decision. I came here tonight for one reason—Carlos's legs are mine. I don't care who he invited."
Lester panicked. "John, why won't you listen?!"
But John just kept walking, pushing his bike slowly through the courtyard gates, like a man on a mission.
No fear. No hesitation.
The couple could only watch in helpless frustration.
John, this is madness...!
