His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 872

Jonathan emphasized the last word.

“They say blood is thicker than water… Since we’re family, why are you pushing me into a corner like this? No, let me rephrase—why are you so obsessed with killing Niamh? Is it because you're secretly in love with your dear older brother, and you see her as a rival?”

The question was so absurd that Joker burst out laughing, doubling over.

From the gallery above, the gang lieutenants chuckled as well.

“Still in the mood for jokes at a time like this… Mr. Thomas truly is a titan of industry. The man has nerves of steel!”

“Well, he’s seen his fair share of high-stakes situations!”

Jonathan ignored the peanut gallery on the viewing platform. His eyes remained fixed on Joker.

“I want you to answer me. What makes you so determined to do this to your own brother?” As Jonathan spoke, his finger, which had been resting on the trigger, suddenly squeezed.

Click!

Niamh flinched, completely unprepared for the sudden action. The gun didn't fire; it was another empty chamber. She clutched her chest, letting out a long, shaky breath.

Jonathan spoke again, his gaze still locked on Joker. “Was Eleanor Kane cruel to you?”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he saw Joker’s smug, confident expression falter. His eyes became like the dark, empty barrels of the revolver, devoid of any light. He seemed to be looking at Jonathan, but his gaze was distant, as if he were looking through him at someone else. At the mother they shared—Eleanor Kane.

Joker was so lost in the memory that he didn't even notice when Jonathan held the revolver out to him. By the time he snapped out of it, Jonathan had been standing there for some time.

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