"I promised Henry that he would win this award in glory. Only if Jayce is completely crippled will Henry have peace of mind."
Wyatt let out a heavy sigh and gave instructions to the doctors. "Give Jayce the best painkillers you have. Make sure he doesn’t suffer."
No one noticed how my body trembled uncontrollably. No one saw the silent tears rolling down my cheeks.
It was never an accident.
The sister I had trusted the most had orchestrated it all—just to eliminate me, the obstacle in Henry’s path.
Even the brother I had treated with sincerity was complicit.
The agony of betrayal shattered me.
Wyatt noticed the damp pillow beneath my head and with red-rimmed eyes, he tried to comfort me. "Jayce, it’s me, Wyatt. Did the pain wake you up? Don’t worry. I’m here with you."
Then, he turned and furiously snapped at the doctors. "What kind of pain management is this? Can’t you see how much he’s hurting?!"
Clara, usually cold and composed, clutched her face, tears streaming uncontrollably. She looked as if she wished she could take my suffering upon herself.
Through clenched teeth, she spat out, "How dare they hurt my brother like this?! Just throwing them in jail is too good for them! I should have had them torn to pieces and fed them to the sharks!"
Then, her tear-filled eyes turned to me. "Jayce, I’ve already called in the best specialists in the country to treat you. But... there was an accident on their way here. The soonest they’ll arrive is tomorrow."
"Don’t worry, even if it costs me everything, I’ll make sure you recover and continue developing your software."
I stared at her flawless performance, feeling numb.
My voice was weak as I asked, "Sis, will I really get better?"
"Yes," she assured me, "You will. Definitely."
Clara spoke loudly, but her eyes flickered with guilt, refusing to meet mine.
She knew all too well—after personally driving the knife into me, how could she possibly expect me to breathe again?
To pave the way for Henry, the sister who once stood before our parents’ graves, swearing to protect me for life, was the very one who pushed me to the brink of death.
And the best friend I once trusted with my life? In the end, he too chose to betray me for that manipulative adopted son.
At this moment, I couldn’t even tell—who was truly Clara’s flesh and blood? And who, after twelve years of unwavering loyalty, was Wyatt’s real friend?