Chapter 494

Cyrus scolded, “Look at what he’s done to Clark! If Clark hadn’t been so lucky, he might have died by now! He has to come and apologize to Clark, or we Richard glared at him. “Family matters shouldn’t be aired out. If you dare to call the police, don’t blame me for disowning you as my son!”

Cyrus, breathing heavily with anger, pointed at Clark and said, “Dad, how can you be so blased? Damon is your son, but is Clark not your grandson? An Richard retorted, “Don’t forget it was Damon who helped you when your company was on the brink of bankruptcy several times!”

“I’m his brother. That’s what he should do!” Cyrus argued, his entitlement evident.

The argument between Richard and Cyrus grew more heated, while Clark, lying in bed with a cast, stared blankly out the window, lost in thought.

Not far from the window was a university.

As the sun set, young couples walked hand in hand across the campus. The evening glow was blood–red, casting long shadows.

Clark vaguely recalled the time he finally managed to ask Nyla out. He had wanted to hold her hand but had been too shy, carefully brushing against her fingers. When he finally mustered the courage to grasp her hand, his heart had been After that, he never saw such a beautiful sunset again, and the intense desire to be with her gradually faded over time.

Perhaps he should have let her go the moment he cheated. At least then, it wouldn’t have ended like this. Suddenly, a shrill scream pierced through Cyru He recognized the voice–it was Rebecca, the woman who had caused Nyla’s death.

Hate flashed in Clark’s eyes as he leaned on his crutch and headed outside.

Cyrus was startled by Clark’s sudden movement and quickly rushed to support him. “Clark, what are you doing? The doctor said you need to stay in bed Clark shrugged him off, replying coldly, “Stop pretending to be a loving father. Save that act for your illegitimate son outside.”

Cyrus‘ face flushed with embarrassment, his hand hovering in the air, unsure whether to put it down. “You Ignoring him, Clark walked out of the hospital room.

In the hallway, a crowd had gathered, all eyes on Rebecca, who was struggling desperately on the floor, Rebecca looked frantic, her hands flailing to keep people away, her face etched with terror.

She screamed, “I don’t want to have surgery! I want to leave here! Let me go!”

Clark watched her coldly, his gaze fixed on her motionless legs. He narrowed his eyes.

Seeing the crowd, a nurse quickly explained, “This patient’s legs are necrotic and need to be amputated. She can’t accept this reality and is refusing the surgery. We’re trying to convince her. You should return to your rooms. Staying here wi “You’re lying! My legs aren’t necrotic at all!” Rebecca shouted, her eyes burning with fury.

Her wild, clawing behavior made her seem almost Insane.

Some began to suspect she might be mentally ill.

“Get her out of here! Her shouts are disturbing us!”

Many people returned to their rooms, but when Rebecca spotted Clark, she saw a glimmer quickly crawled toward him.