Chapter 291: The Everetts Go to Jail!

Chapter 291: Chapter 291: The Everetts Go to Jail!

The Everett estate, in the living room.

Sheila Whitaker and Shannon Everett huddled together, trembling, as they timidly watched the bodyguards Julian Forrester had left behind.

The bodyguards were watching them, preventing them from moving, making calls, or even taking a single step out of the living room.

Shannon Everett was a bundle of anxiety and frustration, utterly consumed by a fire of jealousy. Her mind was filled with the image of Sienna Everett and Julian Forrester leaving the Everett estate together.

’That bitch Sienna Everett... What in the world is her relationship with Julian Forrester?’

’How could Julian Forrester be so protective of her?’

Suddenly, Mason Everett and Lucas Everett stormed in from outside, furious.

Following behind them were Wyatt Everett, Dustin Everett, and Miles Everett.

Seeing Mason Everett for the first time in days, Sheila Whitaker shot to her feet. "Mason? You’re finally back! Where on earth have you been all this time!"

Sheila Whitaker wanted to run over to her eldest son, but a sharp glare from a nearby bodyguard froze her in place.

Before Mason Everett could speak, Lucas Everett charged at Shannon Everett with a ferocious expression, grabbing her by the collar and hauling her to her feet. "Speak! Was it you? Was it your idea to hire people to kidnap Isabelle Sutton?!"

Lucas Everett had a rugged appearance to begin with, and his fury made him look even more menacing. Shannon Everett, dangling by her collar, struggled to breathe, so terrified she could barely speak. "N-No... It wasn’t... Fourth Brother, I didn’t..."

"Didn’t?! Who else could it be but you! Shannon Everett, don’t think I’ll be fooled by you again. You’re a venomous, black-hearted monster! The idea to kidnap Isabelle Sutton had to have come from you!"

Lucas Everett was consumed by rage. The thought of the ordeal Isabelle Sutton might be suffering was unbearable, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. He raised his hand and slapped Shannon Everett across the face.

Lucas Everett put all of his strength into that slap. As a powerfully built race car driver, the force of his enraged blow sent Shannon Everett flying to the floor with a heavy THUD. Blood streamed from the corner of her mouth, and her ears rang so violently that she went deaf, unable to hear a thing.

"Shannon!" Sheila Whitaker cried, rushing over and cradling her. She glared accusingly at Lucas Everett. "How could you be so rough with Shannon!"

"Mom, why are you still protecting this ungrateful snake! If Eldest Brother hadn’t told me, I still wouldn’t know that Isabelle Sutton was missing! You... How could you do something like this!"

Sheila Whitaker froze. ’No wonder Sienna Everett found out about Isabelle Sutton’s disappearance so quickly and came to the Everett estate to raise hell. It was Mason who told her.’

’But how did Mason know?’

’There was only one possibility. Mason hadn’t been missing all this time—he’d been secretly watching the family!’

"Mason, you..." Sheila Whitaker looked heartbroken. This was her own son, her own flesh and blood. Instead of siding with his parents, he ran straight to Sienna Everett to warn her!

’What is this supposed to be?’

Seeing Sheila Whitaker slumped on the floor, stubbornly protecting Shannon, Wyatt Everett pleaded with her in frustration, "Mom, stop being so obstinate!"

"Yeah, Mom, wake up!" Dustin Everett glared at Shannon Everett, wishing he could just kick the life out of this menace.

Miles Everett started to reach out to pull the disheveled Sheila Whitaker up from the floor, but when he saw her still stubbornly defending Shannon Everett, he couldn’t bring himself to extend his hand.

Sheila Whitaker’s expression was dazed, her hair a mess. She was a complete wreck, yet she still clutched Shannon Everett protectively, her heart filled with resentment.

’These five sons... they are all my own flesh and blood.’

’How did every single one of them grow so distant from me, their own mother?’

’Could it be... that I was really wrong...?’

Seeing that Lucas Everett looked ready to hit Shannon Everett again, Sheila Whitaker immediately pulled Shannon into her arms. "Sienna Everett already took your father to find Isabelle Sutton! Why are you still blaming Shannon? Will you be happy only when you’ve beaten her to death?!"

Lucas Everett’s eyes were bloodshot as he spoke with bone-deep hatred, "The kidnappers you hired are wanted fugitives. There’s no crime they wouldn’t commit... I’m telling you, if anything happens to Sienna or Isabelle, I’ll stab Shannon Everett to death with my own hands—even if it means going to prison, even if it costs me my life!"

After speaking, Lucas Everett grabbed a fruit knife from a nearby table, its sharp blade suddenly aimed right at Shannon Everett.

The ringing in Shannon Everett’s ears from Lucas Everett’s slap had just started to fade when she heard him threaten to stab her to death. She shrieked in terror and scrambled deeper into Sheila Whitaker’s arms. "Mom! Mom, save me!"

Sheila Whitaker knew her son Lucas all too well. He’d been headstrong since he was a child, a man of his word. If he said he wanted to stab Shannon Everett to death, he was fully capable of doing it.

Sheila Whitaker’s face paled, and her voice trembled. "Lucas! Put the knife down! Put it down!! Mason, Miles, quickly, talk some sense into him!"

Mason Everett and Miles Everett exchanged a look and, with a silent, mutual understanding, said nothing.

’Stop him?’

’Ha. They wanted to stab Shannon Everett, too! They’d gladly go to prison with Lucas right after!’

And there was no way Wyatt Everett and Dustin Everett were going to stop Lucas either.

Just as the tension reached a breaking point, the wail of police sirens cut through the air. The main doors of the Everett estate burst open, and a group of officers rushed in.

Lucas Everett whipped his head around and saw Sienna Everett, Julian Forrester, and Isabelle Sutton entering with the police, followed by Morgan Everett, his hands bound in handcuffs.

Just a few days ago, Lucas Everett had seen Sienna Everett and Julian Forrester sitting together in the back of a car. At the time, he’d suspected Julian was pursuing Sienna with ill intentions.

Now, seeing Sienna and Julian Forrester appear together, Lucas had no time for such thoughts.

All he cared about was whether Sienna, a young woman who had gone to face wanted fugitives to save Isabelle, was in danger or had been hurt.

Seeing Sienna and Isabelle Sutton return together now, Lucas Everett’s heart clenched. He ran over, his legs feeling weak. "Sienna! Isabelle! Are you... are you hurt?"

Lucas Everett’s eyes scanned Sienna Everett and Isabelle Sutton carefully from head to toe. Seeing no visible injuries, he finally allowed himself to relax slightly.

The other Everett brothers also rushed over, their eyes filled with concern.

Seeing all five of them gathered there, along with Sheila Whitaker and Shannon Everett crumpled in a heap on the living room floor, Sienna Everett was surprised for a moment. She didn’t say much, simply walking into the living room and taking out the agreement Morgan Everett had used to threaten her.

Sienna Everett handed the agreement and Morgan Everett’s phone to the police. "This is Morgan Everett’s phone. It has his conversations with the kidnappers, which prove he was the one who hired them. And this agreement lists all his threats. It also threatened me not to say a word and not to call the police."

Upon hearing this, Wyatt Everett realized there was also such a disgusting agreement involved.

His face filled with anguish, he looked at Morgan Everett, who was being restrained by the police. "Dad, you..."

Morgan Everett, still refusing to give up, shouted, "When did Mason get back? Perfect timing! Wyatt, Mason, you’re all here. Quick, help your father figure something out!"

An officer cut him off with a stern expression. "Help you? The evidence of your crime is irrefutable, and you still dream of slipping through the cracks?!"

With his hands cuffed, Morgan Everett glared at Sienna Everett in a rage. "You ba—"

He got out one syllable before remembering the retaliation he’d suffered from Julian Forrester at the warehouse for just a few curses aimed at Sienna Everett. He swallowed the rest of the profanity and roared, nearly losing control, "Sienna Everett, how can you be so heartless as to send your own father to prison!"

Sienna Everett’s tone was cold. "Of course, it’s not just you. It’s Sheila Whitaker and Shannon Everett, too."

When she first saw the police arrive, Sheila Whitaker had already been frantic with panic. Now, hearing Sienna Everett’s words, she was utterly terrified. Her whole body went limp, and she tried to stand several times but couldn’t manage it.

Shannon Everett’s face was ashen, and she was gripped by terror.

’No!’

’I’m not going to prison!’

’I’m still young! I’m supposed to be a wealthy heiress!’

"Sister, you... how can you do this... They’re your own parents!" Tears streamed down Shannon Everett’s face as she sobbed. "Eldest Brother, Second Brother, today was just a misunderstanding! Please, help Mom and Dad!"

’Help me!’

"A misunderstanding? Shannon Everett, have you no shame saying that?!" Wyatt Everett’s face was cold, his voice resolute. "Father and Mother committed a crime, and they have to pay the price. Today they dared to kidnap Isabelle Sutton to threaten Sienna. What about tomorrow? Will they kidnap Sienna herself?!"