The old man, Jamison Walsh, lay on the bed, his cloudy eyes focused on Langston, barely holding on.

“I made mistakes,” he rasped, his voice trembling. “Please, make it stop! Just kill me.” Content originally comes from find?novel.net

His body was weak, beaten down by Langston’s relentless cruelty. His gaze was filled with regret, but not for how he had treated Langston. No, it was for not seeing through Langston’s facade and getting rid of him when he had the chance.

He had fallen for Langston’s lies and handed the Walsh family over without a second thought. Now, he was left powerless, caught between endless pain and the inevitability of death.

Jamison’s desperate words only seemed to fuel Langston’s anger. He stood up slowly, his eyes locked on Jamison.

“Do you remember when you used to beat me? When I begged you to stop, just like you’re begging now? Did you ever think your actions—treating me like some disposable piece—would lead to this?”

Langston’s eyes burned with raw hatred.

Katelyn’s eyes went wide as she watched Langston, realizing too late what he was about to do.

“No!” she screamed.

Katelyn’s expression transformed into one of shock. With a deft flick of his fingers, Langston swiftly administered the liquid from the syringe into Jamison’s wrist.

Terror widened Jamison’s eyes as he began to convulse, struggling for breath and writhing in pain on the hospital bed. His screams of agony echoed throughout the room.

Katelyn fixed her gaze on Langston, her teeth clenched as she demanded, “What exactly is your plan? If you’re going to kill him, at least do it swiftly.”

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She had no desire to become involved in the complicated emotions or the history between these two men. The look in Langston’s eyes made it clear that his resentment had reached its boiling point.

Although revenge could take many forms, inflicting such brutal suffering on an elderly man was exceptionally harsh.

“Let me remind you that he’s Hades’ patient now. Her influence at Chepstow is not to be underestimated. Crossing her could bring serious consequences for both you and the Walsh family,” Katelyn warned, her tone frosty, her expression cold with anger.

Her decision to intervene was rooted deeply in her empathy as a medical professional. Hades was a globally renowned healer, with a vast network extending well beyond Granville. The consequences of Langston’s actions could have dire repercussions for the Walsh family if they ever came to light.

Langston, his voice tinged with amusement, responded casually, “Relax, my concoction won’t kill him. It’s just going to cause him a bit of suffering for a few days. I’ll just administer another dose once the effects subside.”

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