Chapter 404

The elderly couple gazed at Jonathan Ferguson with pleading eyes, their glances sweeping across the spacious, well-lit living room. The LCD television, double-door refrigerator, and leather sofa—each item was clearly expensive. The interior decoration alone must have cost tens of thousands.

"Jonathan, Sean is really in trouble this time..." The old woman rubbed her hands together, her voice tinged with ingratiation.

Jonathan took a slow sip of tea. "Mom, Dad, have you lost your senses? It's my duty to take care of you two, but I've never heard of anyone being responsible for their nephew."

The old man's face darkened. "How can you say that? Sean is the only male heir left in the Ferguson family!"

"Male heir?" Jonathan scoffed. "A gambling addict like him deserves that title? I already paid off his thirty-thousand-dollar debt last time—out of respect for you two. And now he needs another five thousand?"

The old woman stomped her foot anxiously. "Those men said they'd break his legs if he doesn't pay!"

"Good!" Jonathan slammed his palm on the coffee table. "Maybe that'll teach him a lesson! You two need to stop coddling him. A man in his thirties, lazing around all day—what kind of life is that?"

The old man stared at his son in shock. Was this really the same meek Jonathan they knew?

"How... how can you be so heartless? He's your own nephew!" The old man's voice trembled.

Jonathan stood up, looking down at his parents. "My daughter is about to start college, and my grandson's tutoring fees aren't cheap. Every penny I have needs to be spent wisely."

Suddenly, the old woman dropped to her knees. "Jonathan, I'm begging you—"

"Mom!" Jonathan yanked her back to her feet, his tone turning icy. "The more you enable him, the more useless Sean will become. Let me make this clear—I won't give him a single cent!"

The old man trembled with rage. "You... you'd let him die?"

Jonathan turned toward the door. "He won't die. A broken leg might keep him at home instead of causing more trouble." He pulled the door open and gestured for them to leave. "Mom, Dad, I won't see you out."

The elderly couple exchanged stunned glances. It finally dawned on them—their son was no longer the pushover they once knew.