Chapter 1769 by Marina Vittori

Under the shroud of midnight, a sleek black SUV screeched to a sudden stop at the Vern residence.

The car door swung open, tossing out a weighty burlap sack saturated in blood, potentially containing a person.

“Hey! What the heck are you doing?” The guards stationed at the Vern residence entrance swiftly detected the anomaly and shouted at the vehicle.

The black SUV roared to life, swiftly departing from the scene.

The guards cautiously approached, nudging the sack with their feet. The burlap sack quivered, revealing a face stained with blood. It was Russo who was severely injured and hovering on the brink of death.

“H-Help… S-Save me P-Please save me… “Russo groaned, his life hanging by a thread. Upon closer scrutiny, the guards’ expressions underwent a dramatic shift. “It’s Mr. Russo! Quick, get him to the hospital!”

Without hesitation, the guards rushed the critically injured Russo to the hospital for immediate attention.

Soon, the entire Vern family was plunged into turmoil. In the predawn hours, they were at the hospital in the Celestria region. After hours of emergency treatment, Russo was finally wheeled out of the operating room.

A crowd had gathered outside the operating room. This included the patriarch of the Vern family, Reuben Vern, and other high-ranking family members, anxiously pacing at the entrance.

“How is he? Is my son going to be okay?

“Reuben anxiously inquired as Russo emerged.

“Mr. Vern, we’ve stabilized your son, and he’s out of immediate danger, but…” The doctor hesitated.

“But what?” Reuben’s just settled heart tensed once more.

“Your son’s reproductive organs sustained severe damage. He won’t be able to engage in any intimate activities from now on,” the doctor explained in a regretful tone.

“No intimate activities? Doesn’t this mean he is essentially impotent?” Reuben’s face turned pale. He pleaded desperately, “Doctor, he’s my only son! Please find a solution. No matter the cost, you must find a way to cure him!”

“Mr. Vern, we’ve exhausted all efforts. The damage is too severe, and there’s no viable treatment. It’s beyond the capabilities of any medical intervention.” The doctor conveyed a sense of helplessness.

“How could this happen? Is my son really going to be unable to continue our lineage?” Reuben’s complexion turned ashen.

With his only son losing the ability to have children, the fate of their familial heritage hung in the balance.

“D-Dad… R-Revenge… H-Help me get revenge…” Weakly, Russo opened his eyes, his words filled with a lingering sense of vengeance.

Despite his dire condition, the fire of hatred burned unabated in his gaze.

“Russo!” Reuben clutched Russo’s hand, his eyes welling up with tears. Urgently, he asked, “Tell me, who did this to you? I swear I’ll make them pay for what they’ve done!”