The Fallen Son-In-Law's Retaliation

Chapter 5: A Familiar Person

Damian's back bore a huge amount of scars, so many that they had shrounded his once visible tattoo. Veron couldn't help but clench his fist as he surveyed the scars more. Based on it's intensity, he knew it must be painful for Damian, and his gaze quickly tinged with rage. 

‘Someone tried to kill my child.’ A shiver coursed through his spine.

"What happened to your skin? Why are there so many scars on it?" Veron inquired, his voice trembling.

"I don't know, too. I can't recall any memory about what happened before." Damian smiled bitterly, knowing how pathetic he is right now. “You should look away. It’s a horrible view for you.”

“You’re right. It’s a horrible view for me,” Veron’s index finger traced Damian’s back—The part where the black rose tattoo should be positioned, “because who dares to hurt my son like this?”

Damian was astounded upon hearing those words. He remembered how everyone felt disgusted when they saw his scars, so he tried his best to hide it. But Veron was different. He didn't look disgusted; he looked infuriated.

Like he was going to take revenge for him.

“If you can remember who did this to you, even just his name or his facial features, tell it to me. My people will find him and punish him. I will make sure of that,” said Veron before he covered Damian’s back with his clothes again. “Try to remember it, and I’ll make sure he’ll even regret that he’s alive.”

“I really can’t remember everything.” Damian shook his head in disappointment. “I can only remember that this accident I had gave me selective amnesia. I can also remember the pain when I woke up, and the doctors were trying to cure me."

He couldn’t recall all the bad things that happened to him, and he didn’t know if it was a blessing in disguise or not. His intuition tells him that he wouldn’t like it once he finds out the truth.

Veron stared at Damian for a moment, reading his expression, and sighed. “Spend the night here. Tomorrow morning, you’ll go to the hospital to cure those scars and wounds.”

“The doctors told me before that it’s impossible to remove this because it’s too severe,” Damian explained.

“Trust me. You will never see those scars again,” he patted Damian on the shoulder, "and trust me when I say that you’re my son. If I’m not even doubting about it, then you shouldn’t, too.”

Although Damian was still confused, he trusted Veron’s words. “I understand… Father.”

As Veron instructed, Damian spent the night at the Ferremento mansion. Veron’s people brought Damian to a huge bedroom with a king-sized bed. The whole place was also familiar to him, but he didn’t force himself to remember everything in an instant.

He couldn’t believe how things happened so fast. In a snap, from a divorced poor guy, he became an heir to the largest corporation in the country.

“Ava is right. I’m the hidden heir…” muttered Damian, remembering how Ava divorced him because she thought he was poor. “Then, what is Carson’s real identity?”

That question kept recurring in his mind until he slept.

Tomorrow morning, Damian woke up as someone knocked on his door.

“Come in,” Damian instructed.

A woman in her mid-20s went inside the bedroom. “Good morning, young master. I am Thaliana, Master Veron's personal nurse. He instructed me to assist you for breakfast and for your check-up later.”

Damian nodded, remembering Veron's instruction yesterday. “Wait for me outside. I'll just fix myself.”

“Yes, young master,” Thaliana affirmed before going outside.

After doing his morning rituals, Damian went outside his room, expecting that it was only Thaliana who was waiting for him. But his mouth opened wide as tons of maids lined up on the side of the hallway.

“W-What…” Damian was at a loss for words.

“All of them are willing to assist you in every concern you may have,” Thaliana explained, smiling. "You may not remember it, but some of them are serving you since you're young."

Damian remained silent. He felt guilty that he couldn't even remember them.

“I can dismiss them if you're uncomfortable, young master," said Thaliana as she saw the hesitation in Damian's eyes.

“No need. Just let them be." Damian shook his head.

"Alright. This way, young master."

Thaliana guided him to the dining area. She made him eat tons of vegetables and fruits, and although he was already full, Thaliana didn't stop placing food on his plate.

“I'm full,” Damian complained.

“I'm sorry, young master, but this is an order from Master Veron.” Thaliana showed Damian the list she was holding. “He said that you're muscular but unhealthy, so you need to eat all of this."

Damian was touched, seeing how Veron cared for him despite Damian not remembering anything. As a gratitude, he finished all the food and drank the vitamins Thaliana gave him.

Using an expensive car, they went to the hospital afterward, with three guards as their company. Luckily, the ride was smooth until they reached their destination.

"Wow."

Damian's mouth widen in awe, seeing the hospital’s opulence. According to Thaliana, this hospital was so expensive that even some of the rich can't afford to book an appointment with the skilled doctors. Only the families within the top five ranking was able to go there.

Thaliana was about to step out of the car when Damian stopped her. “I'll go alone."

“B-But I can't do that, young master,” Thaliana responded, her voice stammering. “Master Veron will scold us if we let you go alone. He told us to stick with you.”

“I will talk to him once I'm done, and you can still monitor me from the outside.” Damian's eyes were fixated outside the car. “I don't want everyone's eyes to be on us for now. I'm sure my father will understand. I need some time to adjust."

Thaliana went silent for a moment. Heaving a sigh, she gave Damian a small white paper. “This is the room and the doctor who will check you. I also informed them about you so they could recognize you immediately.”

"Thank you, Thaliana." Damian went out of the car and entered the hospital.

He moved swiftly, not out of eagerness to visit the doctor, but with a purpose to approach the familiar face behind the reception desk. It was the very reason Damian had chosen to enter the hospital unaccompanied—to talk with the man alone.

With a lopsided grin, Damian patted the man on the shoulder. “Are you here to heal the wound caused by my punch at you, Carson?"