The morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the Sullivan mansion's dining room, casting long shadows across the antique furniture. Jack sat with his parents and Lisa, his wife, enjoying a breakfast that felt almost surreal after his long absence.Wendy couldn't stop smiling as she watched her son eat. Every few minutes, she'd reach out to touch his arm, as if confirming he was truly there, truly healed."I still can't believe it," she said, her voice full of wonder. "All these years, the doctors were so certain..."George nodded solemnly. "They said the damage was permanent. That you'd never fully recover your cognitive functions."Jack set down his coffee cup. "Medicine isn't always an exact science. Sometimes, things happen that can't be explained."Or things that I'm not ready to explain yet, he thought, remembering the experimental treatment he'd undergone in Carson City."Well, whatever happened," Wendy continued, "this changes everything for our family."Lisa watch

The air in Eastridge was electric with the anticipation of the Harvest Festival. Every influential family in the city had gathered at the Sullivan ancestral manor—an ornate, sprawling estate nestled atop the central hill, where prestige oozed from every brick.Inside one of the guest villas, Nathan Sullivan stood before a full-length mirror, adjusting his emerald tie. Chad Sullivan, his only son, lounged nearby, his fingers casually flipping through the guest list.“Jack’s coming?” Chad scoffed. “Seriously? He should’ve stayed buried in Carson. And now he thinks he can come play family heir again?”Nathan didn’t respond immediately. His sharp eyes studied his own reflection with a controlled smirk.“He’s not the one I’m worried about,” he finally said. “It’s the noise he brings. He’s unpredictable.”Chad snorted. “Let him bark. That’s all he can do. He doesn’t even know we’ve sealed the deal with Daniel Tian. And once Sullivan Group is officially under Shaw’s control, he can scream al

The air in the Sullivan estate’s grand reception hall was growing heavier by the minute. Lavish tapestries lined the walls, and golden chandeliers bathed the room in warm light—but not even luxury could hide the frost in everyone’s eyes.Wendy Sullivan’s patience finally cracked.“I won’t stay silent anymore,” she snapped, stepping forward. Her voice, though not loud, carried with startling clarity. “You’ve insulted my husband enough, Nathan. Say what you want about me, but don’t you dare belittle George again in front of his son.”The crowd went still.Nathan raised an eyebrow in mock surprise, setting down his drink with exaggerated grace. “Oh? So the quiet lady from the once-glorious Williamson family finally speaks?”Before Wendy could answer, a shrill laugh rang out across the hall.It was Nathan’s wife—Fourth Aunt—dressed in emerald silk and dripping with diamonds. She stepped forward with a haughty sway, her lips curled in disdain.“You talk so much for someone whose family dis

Gasps and scattered murmurs still buzzed through the banquet hall like bees disturbed from their hive. Iron Will and Lewis Liu sitting at Jack’s table wasn’t just unexpected—it was unthinkable.Even now, the older relatives whispered among themselves, trying to make sense of it.“No way that’s real…”“Maybe it’s a misunderstanding. Maybe they came for the family, not for Jack.”“Even if they said ‘Mr. Sullivan,’ they could’ve meant Nathan…”At another table, one of the distant cousins leaned toward Elder Mason. “Jack was just a fool a year ago. How could someone like Iron Will call himself a subordinate to him? It doesn’t add up.”“Exactly,” another chimed in. “They must be doing this out of politeness. Respecting the Sullivan family name.”Wendy clenched her fists under the table but said nothing. Even as Jack’s mother, she couldn’t fully grasp the depth of her son’s transformation.He was my fragile boy… now these terrifying men bow to him like servants.George didn’t speak either,

The banquet hall was silent.The kind of silence that felt like standing at the edge of a cliff—just before it crumbled.Jack Sullivan stood tall, shoulders squared, gaze locked onto the aging patriarch of the Sullivan family. Samuel Sullivan, once untouchable in authority, now looked smaller beneath the weight of Jack’s presence.“I’ve stayed quiet for too long,” Jack began, his voice cutting through the air like a cold wind. “But not today. Today, the truth gets spoken.”Samuel’s face hardened. “Mind your words, boy. I am still the head elder of this family.”“And I,” Jack said slowly, “am the one you tried to bury. The son of the man you betrayed. You don’t deserve silence anymore.”Gasps spread like wildfire across the room. Guests glanced nervously between Jack and Samuel.Wendy clutched George’s arm, tears glistening in her eyes—not from fear this time, but pride. My son is standing for us. Finally.Samuel scowled, voice rising. “You speak of betrayal? You call your elders trait