"Dad, are you seriously insane now? Even if you cripple his legs, I still won't be able to walk! Stop this madness already!"
Philip shut his eyes, exhaustion etched across his face.
The bloodthirsty man in front of him—this wasn't the father he knew. How could his father be this cruel, this cold? Yes, he had hated him before. Resented him. But six years had passed, and now he could see the truth: he had been the real victim. If he could let it go… why couldn't his father?
So much power. So much wealth.
Had that bottomless thirst for revenge turned him into a stranger?
"What nonsense are you spouting, Philip?" Derrick growled. "I told you—you will walk again! And I'll make him pay for what he did to you in blood!"
His cold eyes landed on August, and his breath grew heavier.
"What are you waiting for? DO IT!"
August glanced at Janet—still restrained—and slowly closed his eyes.
His finger tightened around the trigger.
