The God of War Returns After His Disabled And Disfigured Wife Is Humiliated

Chapter 6

"Cyrus..." Josephine looked at Cyrus pitifully, her eyes brimming with tears. She seemed so fragile that it could break anyone's heart.

"Alright, go home with your mom first. We'll go to Jackson Group together tomorrow," Cyrus said gently, patting Josephine's hand in an attempt to comfort her.

Josephine's body trembled slightly at his words. Reluctantly, she let go of his clothes and said, "Honey, you'll have to sleep alone tonight."

For the past seven days, she had been sleeping with Cyrus without any clothes on. Those nights of holding each other had made her feel incredibly safe and warm. Now, the thought of spending even one night apart felt unbearable.

"I'm leaving. See you tomorrow." Cyrus waved at Josephine and turned to leave.

Josephine stood there, staring blankly in the direction Cyrus had gone, not moving for a long time.

When Cyrus returned to the manor, he immediately ordered Shadow, "Have the president of Jackson Group come see me."

"Yes, General. I'll arrange it right away," Shadow replied, ready to leave, when Cyrus stopped him.

"I'm retired now. Don't call me General anymore. Call me Mr. Parker," Cyrus said, his expression darkening slightly, his tone serious.

"Understood, Mr. Parker," Shadow responded respectfully before quickly leaving to carry out the order.

Cyrus sat on the sofa, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest as he fell into deep thought.

Half an hour later, Shadow returned with a middle-aged man. It was Owen Jackson, the president of the Jackson Group.

"Greetings, Lord Hades." Owen dropped to his knees, trembling. He had already guessed who he was meeting before he arrived.

Cold sweat covered his forehead as he avoided Cyrus's imposing gaze, his eyes filled with fear and awe.

Cyrus stared coldly at Owen. "Owen, do you know why I summoned you?"

Owen trembled even more violently, his voice shaking as he replied, "Lord Hades, I... I think I know the reason."

Cyrus snorted, "Then tell me."

Owen swallowed hard and cautiously said, "It's about the Thompson family's forty million dollars. Lord Hades, there's... there's been a misunderstanding."

Cyrus suddenly slammed the armrest and stood up, his voice thunderous. "Misunderstanding? Are you trying to default on the Thompson family's debt?"

Owen immediately bowed his head, his voice panicked. "Please calm down, Lord Hades. My company has been struggling with cash flow lately, and we can't gather so much money all at once."

Cyrus fixed his piercing gaze on Owen. "I don't care what problems you're facing. Tomorrow, I'll come to your company with my wife to collect the debt. You know the consequences if you try to delay."

Owen's face turned ashen. Knowing Cyrus's ruthless methods, he nodded repeatedly in fear. "Sure, Lord Hades. I'll find a way to gather the money."

When Owen left, his legs were weak, and his back was drenched in cold sweat. After all, this gentleman was Lord Hades, the founder of the Obsidian Shield, the youngest five-star general in history, a man who had once single-handedly killed over a thousand rebels. He was practically a killing machine.

"Lord Hades, the head of the Anderson family is remarrying tonight, and I heard his fiancée was beautiful. Should we join the celebration?" Shadow asked from the side.

"The Anderson family?" A murderous glint flashed in Cyrus's eyes. The Anderson family was one of the four major families and the ones responsible for the Parker family's destruction.

Back then, his father married Samuel Anderson's daughter, Sarah Anderson, who became his stepmother. Sarah was a cruel and cunning woman.

Sarah drugged and slept with Cyrus's grandfather, who later hanged himself out of shame. His father died from anger, and assassins wiped out the entire Parker family afterward, leaving only Sarah alive.

That dark past replayed in Cyrus's mind like a nightmare, and the thought of Sarah's evil deeds filled his heart with hatred.

"Sarah Anderson, tonight I'll give you a grand gift. Killing you outright would be too easy on you. I want you to live in despair for the rest of your life. You must pay the price for the thirty-three lives of the Parker family members!" Cyrus's face twisted, his manic demeanor sending chills down Shadow's spine. His fury felt as though it could burn the entire world to ashes.

As night fell, the Anderson family's banquet sparkled with brilliant lights.

Samuel sat in the place of honor, his face glowing with joy.

"Mr. Anderson is truly lucky to marry such a beautiful lady," the guests chimed in with flattery.

Samuel had three sons, none of whom were present tonight. Only Sarah was there, busy greeting the guests.

Sarah wore a dress adorned with intricate embroidery that hugged her figure, highlighting her elegant curves.

"The bride has arrived!" At the announcement, all eyes turned toward the entrance.

The bride appeared in a pure white wedding dress, her face faintly hidden by a veil. Accompanied by bridesmaids, she walked forward gracefully, her movements exuding poise and elegance.

Samuel's face lit up with satisfaction as he stood to greet the bride.

The guests whispered among themselves, "The bride is stunning. Mr. Anderson is truly lucky."

Under everyone's gaze, the bride finally reached Samuel.

She lifted her head slightly, revealing a delicate young face, though her eyes showed faint traces of confusion and unease.

Just as Samuel took the bride's hand and was about to speak, a cold, murderous voice echoed through the hall, "Samuel Anderson, do you think this pathetic show of yours will have a happy ending?"

The venue fell silent in an instant, and everyone turned toward the main entrance in shock. Who would dare disrupt the Anderson family's event?

A masked man strode into the banquet hall, carrying a coffin. Step by step, he advanced, the eerie sight of the coffin under the lights sending chills through the crowd.

Samuel's expression darkened immediately, and he shouted angrily, "Who are you? How dare you cause trouble at the Anderson family's celebration?"

Cyrus let out a cold laugh, his voice hoarse and menacing. "Samuel Anderson, it's time to pay for what you've done!"

He wore the mask to shield Josephine from any repercussions.

With a dull thud, Cyrus dropped the coffin heavily onto the ground. The sound reverberated through the hall as he spoke again, "This is for you. Next year today will be your death anniversary."

Sarah stepped forward with a slight smile, her tone calm. "Sir, have we offended you? If we've done something wrong, I am willing to apologize right here."

"Sarah Anderson, you vicious snake, drop the act! Do you really think an apology can make up for your sins?" Cyrus's voice dripped with anger and disdain.

"Sir, I don't understand what you're talking about. Please explain," Sarah replied, her expression unchanging.

"You don't understand, huh? Fine, since you enjoy old men so much, I'll fulfill your wish tonight!" Cyrus snarled as he grabbed Sarah by the throat, dragging her toward Samuel without batting an eye.

Sarah's face turned red as she struggled to breathe, her hands clawing desperately at Cyrus's grip, but it was futile.

Cyrus's eyes burned with unrelenting fury, each step he took brimming with rage and determination.

Samuel's face twisted with both shock and anger. "Let go of my daughter! What do you want?" he shouted.

Cyrus sneered, "Are you worried now, Samuel? Did you show any mercy when you destroyed that family back then?"

The guests, terrified by the sudden turn of events, retreated in panic as chaos spread throughout the banquet hall.