Entangled in the Night: Unable to Escape Him-Chapter 187: Brother, I’m Sorry

Chapter 187: Chapter 187: Brother, I’m Sorry
Once the gates of desire are opened, it’s like a flood breaking the dam—impossible to hold back.
Silas Prescott started with a tentative taste, then moved into a deep French kiss.
He kissed Sienna Paxton’s lips over and over, from left to right, from inside to out.
Not missing a single inch of skin.
Devouring every breath she took.
Sienna was kissed until she could barely breathe, her lips tingling and aching.
A low whimper escaped her throat, "It hurts."
Hearing the sound, Silas Prescott immediately stopped what he was doing.
Every nerve in his body was taut.
He stared at Sienna’s face, not daring even to breathe, silently waiting for her reaction.
But after more than a minute, Sienna showed no sign of waking up.
This finally let Silas’s tightly raised heart slowly relax.
He gently rubbed Sienna’s lips with his fingertip and whispered, "Sienna, after this is all over, I’ll give you everything I owe."
He left a kiss on Sienna’s brow, then stood up and walked out of the bedroom.
He took out his phone and dialed a number: "Help me investigate someone."
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High-end nursing home.
Old Master Prescott had just finished breakfast, when he saw Damien Prescott sitting in his room.
He spoke with some annoyance, "What are you doing here?"
Damien took a drag on his cigarette, his eyes narrowing into a smile. "Of course I’m here for the Prescott Family’s leader’s seal. Your good grandson is now a ruined man—he’ll never return to his glory days. Why are you still gripping that seal so tightly? Planning to take it into your grave?"
At these words, Old Master Prescott’s face turned blue with rage. "You framed your brother and kidnapped Julian. A heartless animal like you, how could I possibly hand over the group to you?"
"Hmph. If you don’t give it to me, who will you give it to? Do you want the president’s position to fall into a side branch of the Prescott Family? Ever thought about that? Once they gain power, do you really think you’ll stay alive? I just put you in a nursing home—they’d send you straight to Hell."
Why not give me the seal, let me be the one in charge. After all, I’m still your biological grandson—I wouldn’t go so far as to have you silenced."
Old Master Prescott snorted coldly. "Do you think I’m a fool? If you become Family Head, would you let me stay in this nursing home? I believe Silas will recover soon. Only by handing the power to him can I be at ease."
Hearing this, Damien angrily pressed his cigarette butt into the ashtray.
He grabbed Old Master Prescott by the throat, gritting his teeth: "You old bastard, refusing a toast for a forfeit, do you believe I won’t kill you right now?"
Old Master Prescott closed his eyes in utter despair. "Even if you kill me, I won’t give it to you."
Infuriated, Damien squeezed harder. "You old fuck, if it wasn’t for my dad’s sake, I would have ground your bones to dust by now. Since you’re so eager to die, I’ll grant your wish."
With that, he took a bottle of pills out of his pocket.
He poured out a few, forced open Old Master Prescott’s mouth and said, "This is an aphrodisiac. It’ll make you extremely excited, your heart will race—the strain will be too much for your old heart."
When the time comes, I’ll send in an old lady. Even if you die, you’ll die on top of her. Hahaha, you won’t even keep your last dignity. Let’s see how you’ll explain to Grandma when you get to the other side."
Old Master Prescott struggled desperately, keeping his mouth firmly shut and refusing the medicine.
But Damien’s grip was iron. He pinched Old Master Prescott’s nose, cutting off his breathing.
After a long struggle, Old Master Prescott could no longer hold out—he had to open his mouth to gasp for air.
Just at that moment, Damien asked again, "So, will you give it to me or not?"
Old Master Prescott stubbornly shook his head. "No."
"Then go to hell."
As he was about to force the pills into the old man’s mouth, the door was suddenly kicked open.
Owen Paxton charged in with several bodyguards.
He rushed to Old Master Prescott’s side and kicked Damien away.
Then he ordered coldly, "Arrest Damien Prescott—send him to the police station. He colluded with Stella Sterling to kidnap the young master and got President Prescott injured. That’s more than enough for a criminal charge."
Damien sneered dismissively, "Owen Paxton, who do you think you are? Silas Prescott is already a cripple—you want to keep standing on his side?"
Owen replied coldly, "President Prescott was good to me. I live for him, I die for him. In this life, I will never betray him."
Damien bit back, "Since when does a mutt like you get to speak in the Prescott Family? Believe I won’t kill you right now?"
He was about to throw a punch but was restrained by the bodyguards.
Owen handed him a stack of documents. "Second Young Master, Stella Sterling has already confessed. She has WeChat records with you—you still want to argue?"
"Bullshit, Stella Sterling would never confess. I have dirt on her."
Owen cocked his chin at him. "Check if your leverage is still there."
Damien unlocked his phone and glanced at it. His eyes widened in disbelief. "That’s impossible. Where did Stella Sterling’s nudes go? They’re all gone!"
Owen patted him on the shoulder. "Second Young Master, forgot to mention—I majored in computer science in college. My skills are only second to President Prescott. So, I hacked your phone and deleted all the photos. Without blackmail material, Stella Sterling would never cover for you."
Hearing this, Damien’s face turned livid with rage. "Owen Paxton, you dare set me up? Watch me kill you!"
He tried to struggle and attack Owen, but was firmly held down by the bodyguards.
Out of options, he could only beg Old Master Prescott for help. "Grandpa, I can’t go in, I’m still your grandson. You have to save me! My brother’s already done for—you can’t have no heir!"
Old Master Prescott raised his cane and struck him on the leg, coldly saying, "Now you remember I’m your grandpa? Didn’t you just say you’d send me to Hell? The Prescott Family doesn’t keep animals who even hurt their kin. Take him away."
He waved his hand at the bodyguards. No matter how Damien pleaded for help, Old Master Prescott showed no mercy.
The room finally quieted down. Owen bowed to Old Master Prescott. "Sir, I’m sorry I came late and let you suffer. These days I’ve been gathering evidence against Damien."
With great appreciation in his eyes, Old Master Prescott looked at him. "Silas wasn’t wrong about you. You really are a rare talent. Loyal and smart—having you here sets me at ease."
Owen said, "Sir, now Damien has been brought to justice, but the Prescott Family can’t be left leaderless. President Prescott still hasn’t recovered his memory. Should you take charge for now?"
Old Master Prescott shook his head. "My body can’t handle it. You’re loyal—I trust you. This is the Prescott Family Head’s seal. With it, you can stand in for Silas and lead. For now, the group is yours. When Silas recovers, return it to him."
He took an exquisite seal from his pocket and placed it in Owen’s palm.
His eyes were steady and full of trust.
Seeing this, Owen was moved. He declined, "Sir, this isn’t appropriate—I can’t accept this. Isn’t it illogical? Aren’t you afraid I’ll seize power?"
"If you wanted to seize power, you could have done it when Silas was first hurt. I know you’re not that kind of person. Take it, and stabilize the group as soon as possible."
Owen gripped the seal tightly, bowed deeply to Old Master Prescott. "Thank you for your trust. I will do whatever it takes, no matter the cost."
Old Master Prescott patted him on the shoulder. "Go on then. The whole group is unrestful now—they need someone like you to steady things."
"Alright, I’ll go now."
With his men, he turned and left the room.
As the door closed, Owen’s eyes were red as he looked at the seal in his hand. "Brother, I’m sorry."