"Let me go!" Damon struggled to move forward, but two of his bodyguards held him back tightly."Mr. Sumner, Ms. Jayston has already jumped. Even if you follow her now, it won't help…" the bodyguards tried to placate him."Let go!" Damon growled.His demeanor was icy, sending chills down the spines of his bodyguards. They felt a shiver but dared not release him.Just then, Spencer arrived."Mr. Sumner, I've sent people down to search. We'll have news soon," he informed Damon.Seeing Damon gradually calm down, Spencer instructed the bodyguards, "Alright, let Mr. Sumner go."After a moment's hesitation, the bodyguards finally released Damon, though their eyes remained on him, prepared for any sudden movements. If something happened to Damon, the Sumners wouldn't spare them.Damon gazed at the place where Nyla had jumped, his voice cold. "If she's alive, I want to see her. If she's dead, I want to see her body!"As he finished speaking, Steven was brought before him."Mr. Sumner,
Damon completely ignored the Sumners in the room.Richard was furious as he ordered the bodyguards to restrain Damon. "Look at yourself! Is a woman worth destroying yourself like this?"Pale and with bloodshot eyes, Damon glared at the bodyguards holding him back. "Move aside!""Mr. Damon, please don't make this difficult for us…" one of the bodyguards said."Move aside! Don't make me repeat myself," Damon warned."No one's moving! You're not stepping out of this room today, or any day in the future. You're not allowed to see that woman again. She jumped off a cliff four days ago and hasn't been found. It's impossible that she's still alive. How long will you deceive yourself?" Richard demanded.Damon turned his gaze toward him, the oppressive force in his eyes making the entire room feel even more confined."What does it have to do with you? I've severed ties with the Sumners. What I do is none of your business," he retorted."You!" Richard was so furious he nearly collapsed.
Nathaniel was in the middle of a business meeting in his office when the door was kicked open.Damon walked in, his demeanor cold.Troy followed closely behind, looking troubled. "Mr. Preston, I couldn't stop Mr. Sumner…"Nathaniel glanced at Damon's tense face and replied flatly, "I understand. You can leave now."Nathaniel's business partner, recognizing Damon, quickly stood up. "Mr. Preston, it seems you have other matters to attend to. Let's reschedule our meeting."Nathaniel nodded. "Alright. I won't see you out then."With the room now empty except for Damon and Nathaniel, the atmosphere grew tense.Nathaniel looked at Damon, aware that the truth about Nyla's incident could no longer be hidden. Their years of brotherhood were over.He spoke up. "The accident involving Nyla was partially my fault, but I didn't expect it to turn out like this. Damon, I—"Before he could finish, Damon's fist struck his face.Nathaniel stumbled back several steps before regaining his balanc
Nathaniel finally understood that Rebecca had never intended to be with him. Her sole purpose in returning to the country was to get back together with Damon.He felt foolish for believing that his long-standing wish had finally come true after silently guarding her for years.As Nathaniel's gaze turned icy, Rebecca quickly grabbed his leg. "Nathaniel, no! Believe me, I really like you now. I acted that way because I couldn't let go of my resentment. I truly love you!"With a shattered leg, Rebecca couldn't stand, so she crawled on the floor, tears streaming down her face. But instead of appearing pitiable, she looked more disgusting—her current state was a far cry from the tearful beauty she once was.Filled with hatred, Nathaniel kicked her away. "Rebecca, the thing I regret most is loving you. Just looking at you now makes me sick!"The pain from her shattered leg was excruciating, making her face turn pale. Still, she looked up at Nathaniel, hoping he might soften his heart.
Rebecca's whole body froze in shock."Nathaniel… w-what did you say?" she asked.Nathaniel looked at her and replied slowly, "Didn't you just say you wanted to stay with me?"Panicked, Rebecca shook her head. "No… I don't want to go! Please, spare me, Nathaniel. I know I was wrong. Don't do this to me… I can't live like that!"Without legs, how could she live?Seeing her in such a state, Nathaniel felt only disgust. "How could you not live? Don't worry. I'll make sure you live well!"His grim expression sent a chill down Rebecca's spine."No! No! I want to leave! I want to leave!" she cried.She tried to crawl toward the door, pushing with her hands. Before she could get close, two black-clad bodyguards dragged her away."No! Nathaniel, please spare me! Please…" Rebecca pleaded.Her cries grew faint and eventually disappeared.Troy stood by, his head lowered, unable to meet Nathaniel's gaze. "Mr. Preston, I'm sorry.""Why did you listen to Rebecca?" Nathaniel questioned.F
"He wants to die. What does that have to do with you?" Damon interrupted.From Damon's cold, unfeeling eyes, Spencer could tell he wasn't joking.The driver trembled, afraid to move. After all, the person in front was Damon's nephew. If anything happened to Clark, even ten of him wouldn't be enough to make up for it.Damon glanced at the driver and said coldly, "If you're too scared to drive, get out."The driver felt a wave of relief and quickly exited the car.Damon took the wheel himself, starting the car and driving straight at Clark.Clark's eyes widened in terror as he sprinted to the side, but he was too close to the vehicle. One of his legs was struck, sending him flying and rolling several times on the ground before he came to a stop.In the passenger seat, Spencer paled with fear, clearly shaken. He hadn't expected Damon to act so recklessly—especially since it was his nephew!Damon got out of the car and walked over to where Clark lay on the ground, clutching his leg
Cyrus scolded, "Look at what he's done to Clark! If Clark hadn't been so lucky, he might have died by now! He has to come and apologize to Clark, or we'll call the police!"Richard glared at him. "Family matters shouldn't be aired out. If you dare to call the police, don't blame me for disowning you as my son!"Cyrus, breathing heavily with anger, pointed at Clark and said, "Dad, how can you be so biased? Damon is your son, but is Clark not your grandson? And Damon has already disowned you as his father, yet you're still trying to help him?!"Richard retorted, "Don't forget it was Damon who helped you when your company was on the brink of bankruptcy several times!""I'm his brother. That's what he should do!" Cyrus argued, his entitlement evident.The argument between Richard and Cyrus grew more heated, while Clark, lying in bed with a cast, stared blankly out the window, lost in thought.Not far from the window was a university.As the sun set, young couples walked hand in hand
"Clark, help me! It was you who told me to return to the country! You have to help me, or I'll tell Damon about this!" Rebecca threatened.To Clark, her threat seemed laughable. He remained silent, watching as she crawled toward him.The nurses who had initially planned to stop Rebecca hesitated upon seeing her familiarity with Clark. After all, he was a Sumner, and they didn't want to offend him.When Rebecca finally stopped at Clark's feet, looking up at him with pleading eyes, he asked, "Rebecca, how do you want me to help you?"Her face lit up with hope as she hurriedly replied, "Just get me out of the country. I'll never come back. If you help me, I'll never tell Damon you contacted me to return!"Clark smirked.Just as Rebecca thought he might agree, he said, "But he already knows about this."Her smile froze, and despair filled her eyes. "No… It's impossible… How could he know…"Clark turned to the nurses and coldly ordered, "Since she needs the amputation, take her to t