The Lost Heiress: Never Forgiven (Sierra Xander) novel Chapter 487

Chase knew his son looked down on him. Over the years, he’d come to despise himself too.

His family was broken, and he couldn’t even protect the woman he loved.

Still, some things needed to be said.

“Johnathan, you’ve never met Victor. He’s a complete maniac. If he ever finds out the truth about the past, he won’t let it go. Please, Johnathan—just let it end here. Don’t reach out to Victor’s family.”

Johnathan responded flatly.

“So she died for nothing, is that it?”

He stared at Chase with icy contempt.

“I always knew you were selfish. I just didn’t realize you could be this selfish. You think marrying her was protecting her? No. You just wanted her as your cover. In the end, it was still about you. Meeting you was the worst thing that ever happened to her.”

Chase hadn’t expected such venom. His face turned ghostly pale.

Johnathan’s words cut deep — he gave Chase no dignity at all.

“You all keep saying she was your best friend. But what did you do for her? From start to finish, all I’ve heard is how much she did for you. And all you did was bleed her dry.”

Thinking of that gentle, soft-spoken woman, Johnathan’s chest tightened like it had been stabbed.

She was so foolish.

None of this had anything to do with her. If she’d never met Chase or Susie, she could have lived a wonderful life.

She had a loving father and brother, and even a fiancé. But in the end, she lost everything.

Her fiancé died. Her child didn’t make it. And even then, she was still thinking of saving her friends from misery.

Johnathan stood up, coldly looking down at Chase.

“You’re afraid. I’m not. Someone has to do something for her.”

If he’d never known the truth, maybe he could’ve left it alone. But now that he did — there was no way he could pretend nothing had happened.

She raised him for ten years. He owed her that much. He owed her more.

“You all can run. Get far away.”

Johnathan sneered. “You might live longer that way.”

Chase flushed with humiliation, stung by every word. He couldn’t hold back.

“You don’t know what he’s capable of—he…”

But even as he tried to defend himself, he found his voice hollow, powerless. Facing Johnathan’s unwavering eyes, he couldn’t say another word.

Because it was true — he didn’t have his son’s resolve.

After a long silence, Chase gave a bitter smile.

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