Saying that, he pressed the remote.

Immediately, a serious news broadcast played:

"Recently, a man was assaulted by dozens of strong men while picking up his son from school. Citizens are advised to stay cautious when traveling outside…"

Kelly panicked, snatching the remote and hurriedly changing the channel.

"Davis, don't take it to heart. The image is blurred, no one knows it's you."

But the next scene showed a group of reporters gathered at the hospital entrance, live broadcasting.

Some unscrupulous media outlets are reporting: "We have now arrived at the hospital where the victim is. It is said that his rectum has necrotized and he is also incontinent. We will go take a look shortly!"

Kelly's face looked very bad and she held my hand tightly, comforting me, "I'll go downstairs right now and drive them all away!"

"Stop!"

As she turned around, I let out a cold laugh and said, "How could the media know so many details? They even found the hospital I’m at. This has caused such a big commotion and your involvement can’t be left out, can it?"

"Kelly, are you happy now that I've become like this?"

Kelly stiffened, frozen in place. "Honey, what are you saying?"

"I’m saying that everything I’ve gone through was all orchestrated by you and Matthew. You two really went to great lengths to transplant my things to him."

Our son reacted quickly, angrily accusing, "Dad, even if you’ve become a cripple, you can't wrong people like this."

Looking at the face that didn’t resemble mine, spitting out cruel words, I gritted my teeth and said, "You don’t need to call me dad. Go find your real father, Matthew!"

For a moment, the entire atmosphere became terrifyingly still.

Kelly's face turned slightly pale and her lips trembled. "You're speaking nonsense due to illness. How can you say such a thing in front of a young child? I'll pretend I didn't hear anything today. I'll go stop those reporters outside!"

With that, she turned and ran toward the door.

I turned away, pretending to sleep. I was no longer looking at my son's pitiful face.

That day, I went to pick him up from school.

If he hadn't insisted on taking a more secluded path, those people would never have had the chance to attack me.

I did everything I could to shield him and told him to call the police.

But it wasn't until the next day that a passerby found me barely clinging to life and rushed me to the hospital.