Oops, Mommy Slept With A Tyrant

Chapter 253 That Darn Psychopath

For a long time, neither father nor son could find their tongue.

The Adler family.

The one family they had tried their best to avoid.

They could handle other members in the family, but Jett Adler, the man leading the family itself, was the real problem.

He’d grown up in front of everyone, yet he remained utterly unpredictable, mysterious and invincible.

At such a young age, he built the Adler family into a fortress. That alone was terrifying. It was something people usually spent their entire lifetime to achieve.

Yet he did it in about ten years.

They had stayed off his part all these years only to touch his tail directly?

Cole exhaled shakily and calmly shook his head in refusal.

"My grandson is mentally unstable. He’s a danger to society, and as his grandfather, I know it’s better to keep him inside than to let him out."

"We understand this may be inconvenient for you and your family, but we hope you understand this is in the best interest of him and the public."

The words had barely rolled off his lips when the door to the hospital was pushed open and the same man who’d been dragged in screaming walked out, now dressed in a clean white shirt and black pants.

"What is this? You can’t just pull your rank here and have a mentally ill patient released without the approval of family!" Thomas assumed the worst and snapped indignantly at Daniel, gritting his teeth in irritation.

Serbian reached them and pulled out his phone, sneering, "In your haste to have them lock me up, they didn’t bother dusting me down properly to take my phone."

"I also struggled so hard the nurse didn’t inject me properly because she was afraid she’d hurt me with the needle, so she barely pushed anything in."

"So I pretended to fall asleep and called a friend of mine after you were all gone. He vouched for my sanity and got me released."

"And you also seemed to forget something important: I’m an adult. A man nearly in his thirties. Must be annoying to realize you don’t control me as much as you’d like to."

He stopped talking and glanced around. When he saw the car with the word ’Adler’ on the license plate, he turned and began walking toward it.

He had just taken three steps toward it when Cole’s resolute voice reached his ears, prompting him to stop.

"Serbian Howard, you take one more step away from us, you damn your family and I will not have that."

"So make your choice now. Your position as the Howard family heir... or this woman yorue so in-love with?"

Daniel’s brows knitted slightly.

Oh, so that’s what this was about.

"The family? Don’t make me laugh." Serbian, on the other hand, scoffed without turning to look behind him.

"We both know you didn’t put me in there because you cared about me. You put me there because you didn’t want me going to jail and embarrassing the family."

"A family like this—one that would throw me under the bus and not even let me feel remorseful for what I did? I decided a long time ago to be done with it."

"So we train you, give you the best education, and you..." Thomas started, on the verge of yelling when Serbian cut him off with a sneer.

"Oh, you’re still young. Just think of me as a project gone wrong and have one of those women you’re seeing give you another heir. This son is out."

Daniel and the butler silently watched the exchange until Serbian continued heading to their vehicle.

Daniel nodded politely to the security guards before following.

The butler assumed the driver’s position, while the two men sat in the back, not saying a word to each other the entire drive back to the hospital.

Hidden in-between his legs, Daniel’s hands were tightly pressed together.

Remembering that this man had shot Kelsie, unprovoked, was working him up badly. But Jett wanted him alive for some reason.

However, the moment it turns out he shot Kelsie for no reason... the Howard family would be picking up his body for burial.

Twenty minutes later, the car pulled to a halt outside the hospital and the two other people quickly alighted.

Serbian hesitated before he got out, then stood outside the hospital building for several seconds before quietly following Daniel inside.

The ride up to the floor Kelsie’s ward was on felt like an eternity. When the elevator finally stopped, he hesitated again before be followed them out, face lowered, until he stepped into her ward.

But that was it. He simply stood at the door, refusing to move any further.

Jett, who was feeling Kelsie’s temperature, heard the door open and turned.

Maxwell had gone to get food, so it had just been him and Kelsie until now.

He straightened up and glanced toward Serbian.

"You wouldn’t have come if you didn’t have something to say. I’m very impatient right now. So let’s refrain from testing me."

Serbian raised his eyes.

Seeing Kelsie on the bed wirh tubes stuck in various parts of her body, he clenched his fist so tight his knuckles turned white.

"He told me she’d spend the rest of her life in prison. I didn’t fall for it because I’m gullible, I fell for it because I’ve seen firsthand how good of a manipulator he is."

"The power he wields. The people in power who do his bidding. He arranged for me to get into the courtroom armed at the exact moment Kelsie was to be sentenced."

Jett had already guessed as much, so he wasn’t particularly surprised to have his suspicions confirmed.

Once Serbian stopped speaking, he turned to face him squarely.

"So what does he look like?"

Serbian’s eyes wandered for a moment, before he recounted, "He’s handsome. Tall. Brown eyes. White hair. Should be in his fifties by now, but doesn’t look it."

Jett suddenly thought of something. "Does he limp?"

To that, Serbian nodded fervently.

"Yes, he does. He’s still in pain from the wound on his leg, so he always has someone handy to massage it for him. If I’m being honest, most of the time I looked at his face... I see Kelsie in it it."

Outside the door, Maxwell, who had just placed a hand on the doorknob, froze upon hearing that.

The butler had been waiting nearby and naturally stopped too.

Stepping away from the door, Maxwell handed the food to him and narrowed his eyes at nothing.

"Tell me, how long has it been since Lois’s bratty brother traveled abroad?"

The butler’s brow furrowed in thought before he answered, "I believe he’s been gone for a few months."

At this, Maxwell slipped both hands into his pockets and exhaled slowly, relief tinged with fury as he bit down hard on his lower lip.

"It’s him. That darn psychopath."