Chapter 6

The three years Caleb spent in a coma had made him painfully aware of how important power was. He couldn't bear the thought of his aging father, wife, and precious daughter left vulnerable and at the mercy of others after his death. Before death came for him, he needed to ensure everything was in place.

Once he did that, he could face death with peace of mind.

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At Turner Estate, Damian was deep in thought. After a long time, he finally spoke in a low voice, "John, this poison has baffled even the people at the Divine Healing Order… but I never imagined this young man would possess such incredible skills. If everything goes smoothly, I might finally be able to walk again."

"Sir, you're a blessed man. Heaven surely watches over you," John said comfortingly as he pushed Damian's wheelchair.

Damian frowned contemplatively, then said, "Find out everything you can about Caleb. He's no ordinary man—his aura reeked of danger."

"Yes, sir."

-

Meanwhile, at a private hospital, Charles paced anxiously. A doctor emerged from the ICU, and he hurried over to him. "How is he?"

"Mr. Charles, I did all I could, but Mr. Brian's face is probably permanently damaged. He has multiple fractures all over his body, and he'll need at least a year or two to fully recover. The person who did this was ruthless—Mr. Brian was on the brink of death."

"I see. Thank you," Charles murmured, slipping a card with a pin number into the doctor's hand.

When Charles entered the hospital room, he winced as he looked at Brian, who was wrapped in bandages from head to toe. He wasn't even sure how to begin.

Brian turned to his father slowly, his voice hoarse. "Dad, am I... disfigured? Will I ever walk again? Am I going to be stuck in a wheelchair for the rest of my life? Where's Caleb? Did you get him? I want to kill him with my own hands... I want him to regret ever being born!" Brian hissed, his features twisted in pain.

"You'll be fine, Brian, but your appearance will need some work. The injuries will take about a year or two to fully heal. As for Caleb, I'll make sure you get your revenge, but we can't rush this," Charles said slowly, trying to reassure his son.

"What do you mean? Caleb ruined me, Dad, and he walked away scot-free!" Brian clenched his fists, his eyes wide in outrage.

"For some reason, Caleb has gotten in touch with one of the Four Kings of the underworld in Jadewood—the Turner family. We can't touch him as long as he's under their protection," Charles said in a low voice.

Brian snarled, "So we're just going to let him go?"

"Brian, if we act recklessly, we'll only ruin our plans. I promise you, I won't let you suffer in vain. When the time is right, I'll help you get your revenge," Charles promised him.

Brian was silent for a long time, then finally nodded.

Once Charles left, Brian immediately made a call. "I'll pay you two hundred thousand to bring me Caleb's daughter. I won't let Caleb off the hook… Not now, not ever!"

-

As the sun set, Caleb's mind was consumed by Rachel's words. Guilt and self-blame weighed heavily on him.

"Why did I wake up with only three years left to live? Everything in this world really has its price," Caleb muttered bitterly, a sad smile on his face. Suddenly, his expression changed, and a murderous intent surged through him.

Meanwhile, Frederick was facing a group of men, looking exhausted and desperate. "Mr. Smith, can you give me a few more days? I swear I'll pay you back!" Frederick pleaded.

"Grandpa, they look like bad guys!" Sabrina whimpered, hiding behind Frederick's leg fearfully.

Harold Smith ran a hand through his dyed green hair and sneered. "Frederick, you have one foot in the grave already. Where are you going to get money from? The 200,000 dollars you owe me has grown to 800,000 dollars with interest. Can an old man like you even afford that?"

Harold's gaze fell on Sabrina who was hiding behind her grandfather. "Enough talking. Mr. Brown said if you can't pay today, we'll settle the debt by taking your granddaughter! This girl will be a beauty when she grows up, so we can definitely get a good price for her!" Harold grinned wickedly, then reached for Sabrina.

Sabrina's frail body trembled as she clutched Frederick's pants, and she said defiantly, "My daddy's awake, and he's coming to protect us. If you hurt us, my daddy won't let you get away with it!"

Harold barked out a laugh. "Ha! Your daddy? He's probably cowering somewhere, too scared to show his face!"

"You're lying! Mommy said Daddy is really powerful!" Sabrina yelled at him angrily.

Harold scowled and took a step forward, his hand swiftly reaching for Sabrina's neck.

Frederick's face went pale. His body was old and damaged after years on the battlefield, and he couldn't move fast enough to stop Harold.

Suddenly, Caleb appeared before Harold like a phantom and pressed his finger into Harold's palm. His eyes blazed in fury, and he sent Harold flying with a single kick.

Boom!

Harold was flung backwards, his chest caving in from Caleb's kick. He gritted his teeth, trying to suppress the pain tearing through his body. He looked at Caleb fearfully. Harold was a trained martial artist, yet this man had immobilized him with just one finger. The man's murderous aura was suffocating—Harold felt like he was trapped in the depths of hell.

"Who are you?!" Harold growled through clenched teeth.

"He's my daddy!" Sabrina declared proudly, not afraid anymore. She lifted her chin and declared, "I told you my daddy would come to protect me!"

Caleb's features softened as he looked at his brave little girl. He ruffled her head affectionately, his heart warming at her smile. Finally, he turned to Frederick in concern. "What's going on, Dad?"

"I took out some high-interest loans…" Frederick's voice trailed off, and he couldn't bring himself to meet his son's gaze.

Caleb looked at the shabby room his father was renting, and his heart clenched painfully. Frederick had been selling off family heirlooms and borrowing from loan sharks just to pay his expensive medical bills. The proud man who had once commanded respect was now begging for mercy from a thug, and it was all Caleb's fault.

Back then, Caleb had resented his father's old-fashioned ways, but now he realized what a fool he had been!

"Dad, take Sabrina home. I'll handle this," Caleb said softly.

"But..." Frederick hesitated, looking uncertain.

Caleb looked at his father determinedly. "Dad, I've grown up, and I'll take care of this family from now on. I'll never let you down again, and you'll never have to beg anyone again for as long as you live."

"My son… you've finally become a man!" Frederick choked out as tears welled up in his eyes. He patted Caleb on the shoulder, then picked up Sabrina and went inside.

As he watched his father and Sabrina enter the room, Caleb's smile faded, his gaze turning ice-cold.