The words left Jefferson's mouth in a desperate, pleading cry, but William did not react.He did not budge, he did not speak.He simply stood there, his hand still gripping Jefferson's wrist with unrelenting pressure, his eyes locked onto Jefferson's face with a deadly, unwavering gaze.The intensity of that gaze was suffocating.It was not the look of someone who was angry, or even someone who was filled with rage.It was the look of someone who had already made a decision, someone who had crossed a line and had no intention of going back.It was cold, Calculated.Final, Jefferson could feel it.He could feel the weight of that stare pressing down on him, could feel the way his body instinctively recoiled, his muscles tensing, his breath catching in his throat.This was not a game.This was not some petty schoolyard confrontation where words and threats would be enough to resolve things.This was serious, Deadly serious.And Jefferson, for the first time in his life, felt true fear.

William did not listen, he could not listen.Every word that came from Jefferson's mouth, every desperate plea, every frantic attempt to beg for mercy, fell on ears that had long since closed themselves to reason.William was no longer thinking clearly, no longer operating within the bounds of rational thought.He was consumed.Consumed by a rage so intense, so all-encompassing, that it had burned away everything else, leaving only a single, driving purpose: to make Jefferson pay for what he had done.For what he had done to his sister, for what he had done to his family.For every humiliation, every insult, every moment of suffering that Jefferson had inflicted without consequence.Without another second of hesitation, William reached down and gripped Jefferson's remaining good arm.His fingers closed around the limb with brutal, unyielding force, and before Jefferson could even process what was happening, William twisted.The bone snapped, the sound was sharp and final, a clean brea

Jefferson's father stared down at him, his face hard and unyielding, his jaw clenched so tightly that the muscles in his neck stood out like cords."No," he said sharply, his voice cutting through the room like a blade. "That is not even possible. That can never be possible. Lose his memory? How? I said, impossible. Jefferson cannot lose his memory. Not when this house was—not when I am eager to know who did this to my son. Not when I really want to crush this person so badly. Not when I want to destroy this person so badly, and he is going to lose his memory? Never. This is my only son, for crying out loud. My heir. Somebody that I protect. Somebody that I would do anything for. And he lost his memory? That is not possible."He turned away, pacing toward the window, his hands clenched into fists at his sides."Somebody must have done this to him," he continued, his voice rising with anger. "This is not just an accident. What the hell is going on?"Jefferson's mother leaned forward, h

Jefferson's parents stood frozen, staring at the doctor as his words sank in.Their expressions were a mixture of shock, confusion, and disbelief, as if they could not quite process what they had just heard.Jefferson's mother was the first to speak, her voice trembling."What do you mean by this person does not actually want to kill him, but rather this person really wanted to make him suffer?" she said, her words tumbling out quickly. "We do not understand. Can't you see that both of his legs were broken? His hand as well is also broken. Can't you see? And you are saying he lost his memory."She paused, her breath hitching, her eyes filling with tears again."So what could this heartless person, what could this heartless person have done that he has not done already?" she continued, her voice rising with emotion. "What has this heartless person done? You are trying to make it look as if it was some kind of payback or something, and I do not understand. Can you explain better?"The d

Jefferson's father stopped mid-step.His hand, which had been reaching for the door handle, froze in place.Slowly, deliberately, he turned around to face Rebecca, his expression shifting from determination to curiosity, his brow furrowing as he studied her face."What did you say?" he asked, his voice low and measured.Rebecca hesitated for a moment, her hands fidgeting nervously in front of her, her eyes flicking between her parents and the doctor who still stood quietly in the corner of the room.She cleared her throat, gathering her thoughts, and then spoke."Um, actually," she began slowly, her voice uncertain. "I literally heard the news. I literally heard the news that that good-for-nothing William's sister literally got herself involved in an incident, and she is currently at the hospital. So she is currently at the hospital as we speak."She paused, her eyes searching her father's face for a reaction."So I do not know," she continued carefully, her voice growing slightly mor