Chapter 965

Marcus was seated on a black leather sofa, his upper body bare, his muscular form on full display. His

clothing lay nearby.

Harlan’s eyes narrowed as he examined Marcus’ wounded arm.

“Your injury is more severe than I anticipated.”

He had been dispatched by Victor to assess Marcus’ condition.

“It’s been poisoned by Bloody Herb,” he continued, sitting opposite Marcus, hands resting on his knees.

“We haven’t yet developed a treatment. You’ll have to endure it for now. You may need to remain on

Raven Island for a while. You’re well aware of the complexity of Bloody Herb.”

Marcus remained silent as Derek approached to dress the wound. The festering injury and surrounding

skin were a gruesome sight. Derek’s face betrayed his revulsion as he bandaged the wound with the

utmost care.

Harlan filled a glass with brandy and took a measured sip.

“I’m surprised that Bruce would inflict such cruelty on you,” he said, his voice tinged with disbelief.

“I remember how kind you were to him. During our training on Raven Island, he nearly fell off a cliff.

You were the one who reached out without hesitation, saving his life. How could he harm the one who

saved him?”

Marcus inhaled deeply, his face betraying his exhaustion.

“I had a feeling about this,” he admitted.

These past days, sleep had eluded him. Before going to bed with Millie, he would take great care to

conceal his injury from her. Even during their more intimate moments, he would keep a shirt on. A

memory surfaced of his youth, a time when he excelled in all his school subjects while Bruce had

faltered in one.

That day, his grandmother had showered him with praise and rewarded him with a model airplane. As

he was about to give it to Bruce, Marcus noticed Bruce’s grip on the chair’s armrest, so tight that his

fingers turned red.

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His eyes had been filled with a resentful determination.

Over the years, Bruce’s nonchalant demeanor had hidden a deep unwillingness to be overshadowed

by Marcus. Bruce’s father, Jonah, was similarly deceptive, concealing his own ambitions.

Although Jonah appeared indifferent to wealth and success, he harbored ambitious plans to take

control of the Thomas Group.

Once his wound was dressed, Marcus donned a black shirt, vest, and overcoat, then stepped out onto

the balcony. Rain was falling, and Derek hurried after him, umbrella in hand.

As Marcus’ gaze was drawn to the rain, lost in thought, Harlan joined him, declaring, “Since he’s intent

on killing you, you should act first and kill him. He deserves it.”

In Harlan’s mind, Marcus ought to kill Bruce. After all, in his opinion,

Bruce had it coming.

“If you can’t do it, I’ll handle it.”

Marcus’ voice, chill as the rain, replied, “There’s no rush. He’s concealed his true strength for years.

Killing him won’t be simple. What’s crucial now is treating my injury.”