After His Sweetheart Moved In, He Came Home Every Night-Chapter 58: Wyatt Sterling, You Have to Be a Good Person

Chapter 58: Chapter 58: Wyatt Sterling, You Have to Be a Good Person

The sky was overcast, and a strong wind whipped across the bridge.

Roiling waves crashed against the pillars, churning up white foam. A rescue boat struggled to position itself beneath the bridge.

Kyle Churchill was only bound by his upper body, his legs dangling and kicking in the air. He had long since pissed himself in terror, his face a mess of tears and snot. It was a pathetic sight.

"Well? Is this spectacle grand enough for you?"

Wyatt Sterling’s voice sounded by her ear. Alice York turned her head to meet his cold, cruel eyes, and her very soul trembled.

"This is..." Alice began, the corners of her lips trembling. She had to repeatedly steel herself before she could ask, "Third Uncle’s handiwork?"

Wyatt Sterling offered a smile, but his eyes remained devoid of warmth, utterly indifferent.

That same smile confirmed it for Alice: hanging Kyle Churchill from the bridge was indeed Wyatt Sterling’s doing.

’But why would he do this?’

’Is he threatening William Churchill? Or is this revenge against the Churchill family?’

As all these questions remained unanswered, a cold sweat broke out on her back.

Wyatt Sterling noticed. He reached out and seized Alice’s chin. "What are you afraid of?"

"I’m not afraid." But as soon as she said it, she swallowed nervously, betraying her own words.

Wyatt Sterling leaned in, his presence overwhelming, his gaze slowly tracing the lines of her brows and eyes. "I’m avenging you. Are you happy?"

Hearing this, a look of astonishment filled Alice’s eyes. She had clearly never considered this possibility. "Avenging me?"

Wyatt’s tone was displeased. "Can’t you tell?"

She froze.

A cacophony of noise came from the live stream. Alice shifted to the side and looked down at the screen.

A police officer with a megaphone was trying to reason with the kidnapper on the bridge. Nearby, William Churchill was being held back by another officer, shouting emotionally that he would give any amount of money, just don’t hurt his son.

It was the first time Alice had ever seen William Churchill so out of control.

She was intensely curious about who Wyatt had arranged to kidnap Kyle. Then the camera focused on the person standing on the bridge, and she saw a familiar face.

"It’s him..."

In her agitation, Alice accidentally turned off the screen.

Wyatt reached over and turned it back on for her. "You know him?"

Alice turned her head. "His name is Perry Pierce. He was the bodyguard who came with us to Washington before. He’s also the one who broke Kyle Churchill’s hand!"

Wyatt narrowed his eyes. "You’re that certain?"

"Yes, I’m absolutely certain!"

She said it all in one breath, without a trace of hesitation. "Because on the day Kyle’s hand was broken, I ran into Perry at the hospital right after I left. He was a patient too, and his injuries perfectly matched those of the person who attacked Kyle."

After she finished speaking, Wyatt lowered the car window.

The wind rushed in, tangling her hair. Her small, pale face was set with a stubborn, certain expression.

"So Kyle’s broken hand... that was your doing too, right, Third Uncle?" She finally asked the question that had been weighing on her mind for so long.

Wyatt’s lips curved into a smirk, but he said nothing.

Just then, the noise from the bridge grew even louder than before. The police negotiations were likely not going well. Perry Pierce looked like he was about to let go.

To ensure his own safety, Perry was personally holding the rope suspending Kyle. Whenever his grip seemed to falter, the rope would slip further down.

The bridge was incredibly high above the water’s surface. The impact would be almost the same as hitting solid ground. Even if rescue teams were on standby, they could only recover a body; the damage from the fall would be irreversible.

The scene was harrowing. Alice couldn’t help but break out in a cold sweat.

Just then, Wyatt took the iPad from her hands. "If the process is affecting your mood this much, then don’t watch."

She grabbed the cuff of his sleeve, her voice soft as she called out, "Third Uncle."

Her call of "Third Uncle" made the man’s heart soften. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her onto his lap.

On the distant bridge, a heart-stopping drama played out.

But here in the car, the air was warm and tender.

But Alice’s current mood had nothing to do with warmth or tenderness. She only wanted to know one thing. "Third Uncle, are you trying to kill Kyle Churchill today, or are you just planning to scare him with this extreme method?"

His large hand caressed the small of her back as he replied nonchalantly, "You can decide."

The iPad beside them was still live-streaming.

On screen, Perry Pierce let his hand slip again. The rope shot halfway down, and Kyle Churchill fainted from the shock. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

She heard Perry’s voice, dripping with sarcasm. "William Churchill, the Churchill family has so many dirty little secrets."

William Churchill was on his knees. "Whatever grudge you have with our family, my son is innocent! Let him go, and we can sit down and talk this out. I’m begging you."

Perry ignored William’s desperate pleas and let another length of rope slip. There wasn’t much left in his hands.

The live stream zoomed in on Kyle, and Alice suddenly realized that the person filming was also one of Wyatt’s men, hidden somewhere in the crowd.

"Have you decided?" Wyatt asked her. "Do you want his life, or will you let him go?"

Alice stared blankly at the screen. "If you’re making me choose, Third Uncle, and I choose the first option... won’t I have a death on my conscience?"

"Then I’ll choose."

The hand caressing her lower back suddenly tightened its grip. "Let him die."

Alice’s pupils contracted. She stared at him in disbelief.

But at that moment, Wyatt’s gaze was fixed on the deep purple bruises on her neck, a churning rage swirling in his eyes.

Seeing him raise a hand to press his Bluetooth earpiece, Alice immediately grabbed it. "Third Uncle, don’t!"

She shouted the words with all her might, and the effort sent a needle-like pain through her throat.

Wyatt saw her pain, which only fueled his anger. "He’s the one who did this to you."

"I know, I know... I know all of it." She repeated the words, not daring to loosen her grip on his hand in the slightest.

The pain in her throat didn’t subside, but she pressed on. "He’s not right in the head! Hurting me was an unconscious act. And he might not be the real Kyle Churchill! He’s someone else! Someone who just looks exactly like him!"

Wyatt’s expression was dark. "I don’t care which Kyle Churchill he is. The point is, he hurt you first."

Alice froze for a moment.

The image of Kyle strangling her was still vivid in her mind. The pain had been real, but it wasn’t enough to demand his life. Things shouldn’t have escalated this far.

She changed her grip on his hand to an embrace, trying to soothe him. "Third Uncle, don’t do bad things. Be a good person."

A lover’s comfort is more potent than the world’s strongest sedative. Wyatt fought to suppress the rage in his heart. He took her hand in his, squeezing it tightly. "Say that again."

Alice met his dark, inscrutable gaze, her lips parting. "Wyatt Sterling, you need to be a good person."

The pain in her palm grew as Wyatt’s grip tightened, but she didn’t even furrow her brow, simply enduring it.

After a long moment, she heard him let out a soft chuckle.

"Third Uncle..."

Wyatt ripped the Bluetooth earpiece from his ear and tossed it aside, pulling her tight into his embrace. "I’ll listen to my little niece, then. Today, I’ll be a good person."

Alice breathed a sigh of relief.

But before she could fully exhale, his mouth suddenly captured hers. Before she could even process it, he had pressed her down against the seat, their fingers intertwining as he kissed her with a searing, fiery passion.