"Nick, no!" Clinton yelled and immediately helped Nick up from the floor, feeling extremely heartbroken.
Nick and Jacky were his only sons. Just an hour ago, Jacky had died in front of him. If Nick died too, both of his sons would be dead, and the main Walton bloodline would end.
By then, even if the Waltons could preserve themselves, it would be pointless.
Clinton's eyes were bloodshot as he glared daggers at Lucas. "Dad, why should we continue to tolerate this? Let's just fight them to the death! Even if I die, I will drag these bastards to be buried with me!"
"Shut up!" Albert hollered to stop Clinton from speaking any further.
Despite his unwillingness, Clinton had no choice but to clench his jaw and keep his mouth shut.
Lucas sighed, thinking that they were making him seem like a villain.
