Chapter 7 A Revelation of the Truth

How did Quinn and Bianca end up in such miserable conditions—one working as a cleaner, the other begging for food? Why was there a hideous scar on Quinn's face? Howard intended to get to the bottom of it, one issue at a time. "Are you really Howard?" Yvonne's brow furrowed, her tone instantly turning icy. "He's not that worthless piece of trash. That trash died years ago," Anthony shouted angrily. "This jerk is just some thug Quinn brought here to take revenge!" Yvonne shot a sharp look at Quinn and coldly asked, "Quinn, who is this man? Why is he here causing trouble and attacking people?" Quinn's face paled in panic as she shook her head and stammered, "Mom, I… I don't know him. He said his name is Howard, but I don't know him." "I don't care who you are," Yvonne sneered, turning to Howard. "How dare you impersonate my good-for-nothing, criminal son-in-law and attack my son? Today, I'll teach you a lesson!" "Throw this fool out!" she ordered the two burly security guards standing nearby. The Crystal Bay neighborhood had long been one of the top luxury residential areas in Yorkhaven. Its security was second to none, managed by a property company under the powerful Drake family in the city. The guards smirked arrogantly as they simultaneously drew rubber batons from their belts. One of them pointed his baton at Howard and barked, "Kid, you've got five seconds to apologize to Mrs. Harper and Mr. Anthony, or we'll make sure you leave here on a stretcher." "Just you two? You're far from enough," Howard said, glancing at them dismissively as he casually twirled his fingers. Anthony grinned wickedly. "Do you know where you are? This is the territory of the Drake family." "Anyone who dares cause trouble here ends up in the hospital for months. If you kneel down and apologize now, I might forgive you." At this, the guards exchanged glances and roared, charging at Howard with their batons raised. Anthony's expression lit up with excitement. He was eager to see Howard beaten to the ground, groveling for mercy. After all, no one had ever dared challenge the Drake family's security guards before. Two muffled thuds echoed through the room, immediately followed by blood-curdling screams. Anthony's eyes widened in disbelief. The two guards, who had just charged at Howard, were now flying through the air—landing hard outside the front door. Yvonne's heart skipped a beat, her face flashing with shock. But her expression quickly twisted into a cunning smirk. If this man was this skilled, he clearly wasn't her cowardly son-in-law's ghost. And since he had dared to lay hands on the Drake family's guards, the matter wouldn't end here. While she was lost in her scheming, Howard moved. His figure blurred, and in a flash, he was in front of Anthony. "Stop!" Yvonne shouted in alarm. But she was too late. Before Anthony could react, Howard had already seized him by the throat with one hand, lifting him off the ground. Anthony's face flushed red as he choked and coughed violently, his eyes bulging with pain and fear. "Tell me, why did you pay only 20 grand for this villa? And how did Quinnie get that scar on her face? If you don't talk, your precious son won't live to see tomorrow," Howard said coldly, his calm, sharp gaze turning to Yvonne. Yvonne froze in place, her mouth agape as her body trembled with panic. Even York, who had been watching silently from the back, was struck with terror. With every step she took forward, Howard increased his grip, and Anthony's face gradually turned purple. She suddenly clutched her head and let out a scream. She could feel that this man, claiming to be Howard, would genuinely kill Anthony without hesitation. "It was that little bastard who got sick and needed surgery. Quinn willingly sold the villa to me. Now, let my son go!" Yvonne finally admitted, her voice tense yet articulate. But her expression quickly twisted into a menacing glare as she turned toward Quinn, shouting viciously, "Quinn! Tell him to let my son go! If anything happens to him, I swear I'll make sure that little bastard of yours pays the price!" Her gaze darkened as she shot a chilling look at Bianca. In her mind, this so-called Howard had to be someone Quinn had intentionally brought here. Yvonne couldn't harm her own daughter, but to her, Bianca was nothing more than a mistake—a burden Quinn should never have given birth to. Quinn's face filled with panic as she protectively shielded Bianca behind her. She looked at Howard with pleading eyes, her fear evident. She knew that if Yonne set her mind to it, there was nothing she wouldn't do. Seeing her expression, Howard's heart clenched, and his brow furrowed deeply. At that moment, Anthony, still dangling from Howard's grasp, began to flail weakly. He croaked out in a strained voice, "I'll talk! Please… Let go!" Howard slightly loosened his grip, allowing Anthony to take deep, gasping breaths. "It was mom!" Anthony stammered, terror thick in his voice. "She arranged a wedding for Quinn to marry Patrick Drake from the Drake family. But Quinn refused and cut her own face with a knife."