In that instant, all he had left was fear. Rose Kenway's harsh face replayed in his mind over and over. He hated her constant self-righteousness, hated her pitying gaze, hated the way she was always so high and mighty!
Rose Kenway loved him, yet she looked down on him. But what could he do? He was already trying his hardest, but no matter what, he could never surpass her. She stood on a pedestal so high that he couldn't even see her feet when he looked up. He, a grown man, could only serve as her escort to banquets.
'And then... what happened after that?'
Jackson Kensington couldn't quite remember. All he could recall was warm blood spraying onto his face, just like a fountain.
Lorraine Warren noticed he was lost in thought and asked with concern, "Jackson, is your head hurting again? Let me give you a massage."
Jackson Kensington snapped out of it. He sighed and sat down in a chair, letting Lorraine Warren massage his temples.
