With careful hands, she wiped the sweat from my forehead, her voice brimming with indulgence and affection.
"I promised Henry that he would win this award in glory. Only if Jayce is completely crippled will Henry have peace of mind."
Wyatt let out a heavy sigh and gave instructions to the doctors. "Give Jayce the best painkillers you have. Make sure he doesn’t suffer."
No one noticed how my body trembled uncontrollably. No one saw the silent tears rolling down my cheeks.
It was never an accident.
The sister I had trusted the most had orchestrated it all—just to eliminate me, the obstacle in Henry’s path.
Even the brother I had treated with sincerity was complicit.
The agony of betrayal shattered me.
Wyatt noticed the damp pillow beneath my head and with red-rimmed eyes, he tried to comfort me. "Jayce, it’s me, Wyatt. Did the pain wake you up? Don’t worry. I’m here with you."
Then, he turned and furiously snapped at the doctors. "What kind of pain management is this? Can’t you see how much he’s hurting?!"
Clara, usually cold and composed, clutched her face, tears streaming uncontrollably. She looked as if she wished she could take my suffering upon herself.