When Manfred received the report from the detective agency, his entire body went limp.
His trembling fingers pried open the final page of truth, and just like that—his vision blacked out. His brain short-circuited. It was as if the heavens had just played the cruelest joke imaginable on them.
"August, get to the hospital now. And tell Charles!"
He hung up the call, carefully placed the documents back into the envelope, slipped on his sunglasses, and started the engine. His destination? The hospital.
If this truth was enough to shatter August and Charles…
Then Derrick—that bastard—was the one who deserved to burn in hell.
Manfred didn't just walk into Philip's hospital room. He stormed in.
Naturally, the bodyguards outside tried to stop him—but he pushed through, his sharp and perfectly sculpted face twisted with contempt and arrogance.
The moment Derrick appeared, a dangerous curve formed on Manfred's lips.
