Chapter 1847

Nearby, there was a gruesome sight of flesh crushed, the room a chaotic mess, reeking of blood.

"Sir!" Waylon cried out, rushing Cirroc to the nearest hospital.

Thanks to Waylon's quick actions, Cirroc did not bleed to death.

His life hung by a thread, and he was in for a series of surgeries due to the grave injuries.

Waylon stood outside the operating room, his face dark with fury, a barely contained rage emanating from him, his hands balled into fists at his sides.

He had warned him time and again about the dangers of underestimating Liam, but Cirroc, ever headstrong and impulsive, had not listened to anyone's counsel. Then, they were all paying the price.

Cirroc, the golden boy of the Yacano family, groomed from birth to take the reins one day, was then broken. That was no small matter. It shook the very foundations of the Yacano dynasty.

For Xerxes, the news was a gut punch.

The family would hear about it soon enough, that was certain.

Waylon's brow was a battlefield of wo