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Chapter 44-Father….Reunion. Son….Payback
Author: D.twister
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The cold blue glow of the X-ray flickered on the wall-mounted screen. A skeletal hand was on display—twisted, fractured, and unmistakably ruined.

Joshua Quinn leaned forward from his leather seat in the private medical room, squinting at the highlighted damage. His middle finger looked like it had been through a war.

Because it had.

His war.

Slammed by a hammer.

Broken clean through the bone.

By his own son.

“Elijah,” he muttered under his breath, tasting the name like acid. Then slowly, almost amusedly… he began to chuckle.

The doctor standing beside him cleared his throat nervously. “Sir, the fracture is severe. Without surgical reinforcement, the finger may never regain full mobility. Best-case scenario… six months for healing, if we act fast.”

Joshua turned to the doctor, that same twisted smile on his face. “Six months?”

“Yes, sir.”

He flexed the broken finger slowly, the pain biting, but he welcomed it like an old friend.

“What a funny life,” Joshua whispered. “A son
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