CHAPTER 303
Author: LADY E
last update2026-03-03 19:45:15

Jackson stiffened.

“Steven calls his aggression ‘stability’ too.”

“This is different mother.”

“How?”

“He started it.”

Sarah stepped closer.

“He built something powerful. That’s not a crime.”

“He built it on our name, he built it to spite me in particular.”

“No,” she corrected sharply. “He built it all on his own and to make sure he made something of himself.”

Jackson’s fists clenched.

“And he built Kahuna to prove that he is better.”

“Yes.”

“And now he treats us like cha
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