Return Of God Eye

CHAPTER 5

Before Tyler could recover from the slap, Martin stepped forward with an angry expression.

Without warning, he shoved Tyler hard in the chest.

Tyler stumbled backward several steps before barely managing to regain his balance.

Martin stood protectively beside Isabella and pointed a warning finger at Tyler.

"Stay away from my wife," Martin said coldly. "Unless, of course, you want to lose your mind all over again."

Tyler looked at him in disbelief.

"Your wife?" he repeated quietly.

Martin smiled proudly before wrapping an arm around Isabella's waist.

"That's right."

He looked lovingly at Isabella before speaking.

"Come on, sweetheart."

He gently took her hand.

"Let's go upstairs."

"I want you to show me that wedding dress again."

Isabella smiled sweetly, saying.

"Of course."

Without sparing Tyler another glance, the two of them walked toward the mansion together like a loving couple.

Richard and Victoria also turned around.

Neither of them looked back.

Within moments, Tyler was left standing alone in the enormous courtyard.

He silently watched as Martin disappeared into the mansion with the woman who was supposed to become his wife.

His chest tightened painfully.

He remained standing there for several moments before lowering his eyes.

Only then did he remember his appearance. He was naked. He couldn't remain like this.

Taking a deep breath, Tyler slowly walked toward the mansion entrance.

Just as he reached the doorway, Martin suddenly stepped back outside.

He stretched out one arm across the entrance, blocking Tyler's path.

"Where do you think you're going?" Martin asked.

Tyler looked past him.

Inside the luxurious living room, Richard was already seated comfortably on one of the expensive leather sofas, calmly reading through several business documents.

"Dad," Tyler called politely.

Richard didn't even raise his head.

"I... I need some clothes," Tyler explained.

He hesitated briefly before adding honestly, "And I'm hungry."

Only then did Richard slowly look toward the entrance. His face remained completely expressionless.

"You're not allowed inside this mansion," he said.

Tyler blinked and said.

"What?"

Richard repeated himself.

"I said you're not allowed inside."

Tyler looked completely stunned.

"Why?" he asked.

He pointed at himself.

"I'm your son."

Richard stared at him for several seconds before replying coldly.

"Not anymore."

Those two words pierced Tyler's heart.

He stood frozen in disbelief.

Richard then turned toward Martin.

"Martin."

"Yes, Father?" Martin answered immediately.

"Go upstairs."

Richard spoke casually, as though discussing something insignificant.

"Bring your brother some clothes."

Martin smiled.

"With pleasure, Father," he replied.

He deliberately looked at Tyler and smirked before walking upstairs.

Several minutes later, he returned carrying a small bundle.

Without saying a word, Martin threw it directly at Tyler's face.

The bundle struck Tyler before falling onto the ground.

Tyler slowly looked down.

His expression immediately changed.

The clothes lying at his feet were old, faded, torn in several places, and covered with stains.

They were clothes he had stopped wearing years before because they had become nothing more than rags.

Tyler looked back at Martin.

"But... these are rags," he said as he frowned.

"I have better clothes upstairs."

Martin shrugged carelessly.

"Not anymore."

Tyler didn't understand.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

Martin smiled arrogantly.

"I took them," he said, "every single one."

Tyler stared at him

Martin looked down at the old clothes before laughing softly.

"Honestly..."

He gestured toward Tyler's appearance and said mockingly.

"I think these suit your current status much better."

He smiled cruelly, "a poor, homeless, insane man."

Victoria laughed approvingly.

Richard didn't object.

Instead, he calmly looked at Martin.

"Close the door," he said emotionlessly.

Martin nodded immediately.

"Yes, Father," he answered,

He slowly pushed the enormous wooden door shut. Bang!

The heavy door closed directly in Tyler's face.

For several seconds...

Tyler simply stood there with one hand resting against the closed door.

Eventually, he bent down silently and picked up the old clothes.

He walked toward one corner of the spacious balcony where no one could see him.

After changing into the worn-out clothes, he sat quietly on the staircase leading down from the balcony.

His mind, however, was somewhere else.

Then...

A familiar voice echoed inside his memories.

An old man dressed in spotless white robes stood within a magnificent tower floating among the clouds.

The old monk had looked directly at Tyler only minutes before sending him back to Earth.

"My child," the monk had said calmly, "your family is standing at the edge of destruction."

Tyler remembered every word perfectly.

"Only you can save them."

"Only you can become their protector."

The old monk had paused before asking one final question.

"But first..."

"You must decide whether they are truly worth saving."

Tyler slowly closed his eyes.