The Lost Heiress: Never Forgiven (Sierra Xander) novel Chapter 514

With others present, father and son kept their exchange minimal—just a few hollow expressions of sorrow, nothing real.

White watched his father putting on a performance and felt a sharp stab of irony. So this was what it looked like… The same kind of act he himself had put on in front of Jonathan and the others. It was laughable now.

To anyone unaware, Victor’s concern might have looked genuine—like that of a good father.

White couldn’t stay long. He was to be escorted back in thirty minutes. Just before he left, Victor said:

“You don’t need to worry about your mother and your sister. I’ll take care of them.”

White’s face changed instantly.

How could this be?

His mother was one thing, but his sister… He’d hidden her well. No one close to him even knew she was his sister. So how did Victor find out?

Seeing the success of his provocation, Victor gave a faint smile and added, with deliberate weight,

“Do cooperate. Don’t give me more to worry about.”

It was a warning. If White tried anything, his sister would be in danger.

That sister had been born from his mother’s later relationship—with a different man. They were half-siblings.

Logically, someone like White—cold-blooded and ruthless—shouldn’t be shackled by sentiment.

But for her, he made an exception.

She was the only person who had ever given him warmth.

And now, Victor was hinting that White should end things on his own.

White finally spoke his first and only sentence in that room.

“Father, one day… your arrogance will cost you dearly.”

Then he turned and walked away.

Victor’s expression darkened. He hated being contradicted—especially by White, who was normally so obedient.

But he quickly restored his gentlemanly façade. He nodded at Stone with polished grace.

“Thank you for your trouble.”

Stone didn’t bother to respond. He never underestimated Victor. Without a word, he led White out.

Victor wasn’t offended. He glanced at Maddox and remarked,

“Your friends are quite interesting.”

Then, with a pause: “What a shame.”

What exactly he meant by that, no one knew.

Once out of the private room, White lowered his voice and whispered an address to Stone.

Stone’s fists clenched. If it weren’t for White, his men would’ve never been in danger.

Once White was returned to his detention center, Stone’s task was complete.

He notified his superior, took a brief leave, and went straight to Jonathan.

He relayed everything: the encounter with Victor, the conversation between father and son, and the address White had whispered.

He’d already forwarded the location to Jonathan—and, of course, he had informed his grandfather as well.

His grandfather’s final word was simple: leave it to Jonathan.

Jonathan was the perfect choice. The Wynn family was famously neutral, and White’s situation had involved him from the start.

Sierra went pale hearing Stone’s report. “Victor’s going too far.”

To think he’d dare pull something like that here.

“It wasn’t Victor himself,” Jonathan said calmly. “He just hinted. Plenty of others would gladly do the dirty work.”

Victor’s family name carried heavy weight. And some were always eager to take shortcuts.

“Good thing you stayed sharp.”

Jonathan looked to Stone. If he hadn’t swapped cars at the last moment, they’d be dealing with a tragedy by now.