As soon as the words were out of my mouth, Stella and Drake turned pale at the same time, and the crowd of reporters and onlookers immediately sensed something fishy.

"Wait, if the crazy guy is so confident about it, don't tell me that he really is Dr. Watson's husband after all!"

"Exactly! Look, Dr. Watson's face is turning pale. Could it be that this man has been telling the truth after all?"

The murmurs in the hospital corridor grew louder and louder, making Stella feel increasingly worried.

Just then, a loud, crisp slap was heard.

Drake had just slapped himself in the face.

"I'm sorry! Since you think that I'm the one impersonating you, then I don't deserve to be a doctor anymore! I will resign immediately!"

Drake continued to weep as he kept slapping himself in the face again and again.

"Both of us are the ones who have wronged you. All you want is just money, isn't it? We'll give it to you! Just please, stop acting up all crazy in public like this again!

"We'll sell all of our belongings and scrape together all of our assets to make it up to you, alright?"

Drake's frantic, supposedly heartbreaking actions sent everyone into a daze, including me.

Before I could react, however, Stella immediately went over to him and helped him up. Then, she gritted her teeth as she glared at me.

"You madman! Just because I turned you away from surgery, you used all sorts of underhanded tactics to drive away all my other doctors at the hospital! Now, you're driving my husband away too?

"You just want money, don't you? I'll give it to you! There! Is that enough?"

Stella then grabbed a handful of money and slapped it in my face, cash flying everywhere and fluttering onto the ground.

"Take the money and get out of my sight! If you keep acting up again, I swear that you'll never get another penny from me!"

The cash hit my face hard, but my dignity felt as though it had just been trampled all over by her.

Was this really the same person whom I'd always thought was a good wife to me? To think that she was now humiliating me in public by throwing my money in my face!

And I was the dignified heir to the Greene family! I did not need any pity handouts from her!

Seeing that I was going to speak again, Stella immediately cut in before I could get a word out.

"I see now that you're not just trying to get your surgery done for free but also trying to extort more money from me, aren't you? Over my dead body!

"That 80-something year-old woman in there is much purer than you are after that hymenoplasty!"

An 80-something year-old woman? Grandma?

I was completely struck dumb.

I didn't know where my strength came from, but I pushed my way through security and stumbled into the operating room.

There, lying completely naked under a thin blue sheet with all of the livestreaming gear pointed at her, was my grandmother.

My breath caught in my throat. At once, a surge of deep hatred welled up within me.

Just a week ago, Stella had told me that she was bringing Grandma on a trip around the world. But as it turned out, she ended up using Grandma as a clinical model for her inaugural hymenoplasty surgery at the hospital!

She was such a beast! How dare she do such a thing to Grandma and humiliate the dignified matriarch of the Greene family like this?

Tears immediately sprang from my eyes. This time, I turned and glared at Stella with fierce hatred.

"Stella Watson! How dare you use Grandma as your clinical model? I will never forgive you for this!"

Every word erupted from my throat in great fury. However, Drake told the security guards to forcibly drag me away before he burst into uncontrollable tears.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Who's going to believe a madman like you?

"This is my grandmother! And she willingly became the live clinical model for the hospital! Don't you dare meddle in this and twist our words!"

What did Drake mean by Grandma "willingly" being a live clinical model?

I couldn't listen to another word he said. My eyes blazed with fury as I yelled, "Stella Watson! I'm telling you that my father is on the way here right now!

"How dare you do this to Grandma? He's going to make sure that your entire Watson family pays for this!"

"Cupcake," Grandma suddenly said.

That was her nickname for me!

I ignored Stella's sudden look of terror and rushed toward Grandma, hugging her tightly.

"Grandma, you're awake! Wait for me, I'll save you. I'll get you out of here!"

My face was completely filled with grief as I took off my coat and draped it over her shoulders.

Instantly, murmurs of doubt arose from the crowd of reporters and onlookers.

"Look, Dr. Watson's face completely darkened! Could it really be that the man is from the reclusive Greene family after all?"

"I can't be sure, but I did hear that the Greene family had an old lady who was in her 80s too."

However, amidst the crowd's murmurs, Grandma suddenly shoved me aside and screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Ahh! Let go of me!"

Grandma looked terrified. It wasn't until Drake ran up to her and hugged her that she finally calmed down.

"Drake… Drake…"

I stiffened, looking as though someone had just poured a bucket of icy-cold water over my head.

Drake wouldn't stop howling and crying, however. He rushed up to me and forcefully shoved me aside.

"You kept abusing Grandma for years, and I never even held it against you as her caretaker! But Grandma has only just woken up from surgery now, and she needs to rest and recuperate. Please stop torturing her again!"

I was shoved back until my body slammed hard against the operating table. However, my mind had gone completely blank as I stared at Grandma in utter disbelief.

"How could this be? Grandma… It's me, Lucas…"

However, no matter how much I called out to her, Grandma would only look at me with terrified eyes.

But she was my grandmother, the one who'd watched me grow up since I was a baby!

What had Drake done to her?

My voice was hoarse as I lunged at Drake, grabbing him by the collar and shouting, "What have you done to my grandmother? Why doesn't she know who I am anymore?"

A split second later, however, Stella's face changed again. She kicked me hard in the waist, and I was sent flying back against the wall.

"You bastard! Get your hands off my husband!"

I slid to the floor after hitting the wall at full force, spitting out a mouthful of blood. However, the deadly glare in my eyes was still there.

"My dad will be here any moment, Stella Watson! Do you even know what you're doing?"

Stella stared down at me with a haughty expression as she spoke, her words sharper than a knife.

"Lucas, you're having a bipolar disorder attack again. I'm calling the mental institution now to take you in for some 'recovery'!"

At once, a few security guards rushed up to me and pinned me to the floor.

I still glared fiercely at Stella despite the immense pressure against my back.

At that moment, a wicked grin curled on Drake's lips. He smugly walked up to me and grabbed me by my collar, saying in a low voice, "Do you know why your beloved grandmother ended up like this?

"Ever heard of shock and aversion therapy? Maybe you should read up about it.

"After all, Stella shocked your stupid grandmother at least 200 times before she finally forgot about you, and Stella did it all to make me happy…"

My ears suddenly rang as my pupils constricted sharply.

Damn Drake! Who gave him the nerve to do such a thing?

"Ah! Lucas, you're acting up again! Save me, Stella! This psycho is going to kill me!"

Drake suddenly screamed as he backed away from me. The crowd also quickly dispersed in a panic and ran off helter-skelter after his actions.

I gritted my teeth as the security guards continued holding me down, glaring at Stella as I said, "Stella Watson! Did you think you could just do whatever you wanted after abusing your power to send me into the mental institution?

"You'd better release me and Grandma right now, and I'll just divorce you! We can still end on a good note!

"If not, you can jolly well wait until your entire family vanishes off the face of the earth in Jondavia!"

Stella clenched her knuckles suddenly, her dark eyes brooding as thoughts raced in her mind.

Just then, a reporter suddenly shouted at me indignantly, "That's enough, you lunatic! How are you still being so stubborn when you're about to meet your demise?

"Don't worry, Dr. Watson! We're all livestreaming in real time here, and the whole nation believes that you're not like what he says you are!"

As soon as those words were out of his mouth, Stella's eyes sharpened, and she immediately gave out her orders without any hesitation.

"Get the sedatives! We must not let this lunatic hurt anyone else before the people from the mental institution arrive!"

I screamed in terror, but the security guards forcibly injected the sedatives into my veins.

The cool liquid flowed into my body, and I could immediately feel my head swelling and my vision getting blurry. I was also beginning to lose strength in my limbs.

The ambulance sirens were soon heard. A short while later, my wrists were cuffed by the mental institution personnel.

Stella came up to me, but she just pretended to sigh apologetically.

"Doctor, my caretaker is a little cuckoo. Don't take anything he says to heart."

"Of course, Dr. Watson. Nobody takes anything these crazy patients say to heart," they replied.

I felt my heart aching numbly, as if someone had just torn my chest in half and let the cold draft blow across whatever remained.

We had been married for ten years. To get her to where she was today, I had even specifically had her transferred to a top hospital in the city.

When she wanted to start her own business, I pulled all the strings I could and sought all my resources for her, even investing in her business under my family name.

But yet, this was what it all got me in return. She spun a huge lie about me and slandered me in public instead!

Seeing that I was unable to break free no matter what, I gritted my teeth and unleashed all of whatever remaining strength to say, "My dad is already on his way, Stella Watson.

"I refuse to believe that I will continue to be framed as being mentally ill, seeing as I'm the son of the richest man in Jondavia, once he arrives!"

When Stella heard this, she stopped walking and asked the mental institute doctor to let go of my arm.

I fell to the ground in a heap as her shadow loomed over me on the floor instead. She then bent down and grabbed me by the chin, forcing me to look at her.

She then spoke in a voice that only I could hear, and it was low and jeering.

"Lucas Greene, of course I know that your family has connections everywhere and would never let me off easily.

"But guess what? I've already had someone tamper with your father's car. I'm afraid that you'll never be able to meet him again, no matter how long you wait for him."

My pupils immediately contracted sharply as my heart plummeted into a dark, never-ending abyss.

Dad had financially supported her for seven years and had even planned to hand over the family business to her. How could she even think of…

My hatred surged to its peak, and I bit her ear hard until I tasted blood.

Stella shoved me off, exclaiming in pain, whilst I just continued laughing heartily as if I'd just lost my mind.

"Are you seriously trying to make a profit by killing off my family? In your face, Stella Watson!

"I'm going to get my lawyer to upload and expose all of your recordings online tomorrow! Just you wait! You're going to get totally destroyed!"

At that, Stella's eyes completely turned bloodshot. She then grabbed me by my hair and began slamming my head against the wall.

"Trying to destroy me? In your dreams, Lucas Greene! Since you insist on turning things ugly, then maybe you should just die instead! Die, you bastard!"

There were loud, muffled thuds as she continued bashing my head into the wall. Blood trickled into my eyes, turning my vision red. Even the nerves in my brain felt as though they were being ripped out of my head with bare hands.

The ringing in my ears wouldn't stop. I lifted a bloodied arm toward Grandma and garbled, "Grandma… Save me…"

However, Grandma only trembled harder and cowered behind while Drake stared smugly at me.

He seemed to silently mouth the words, "You've lost," in my face.

Just as my consciousness began to blur out and I was going to pass out from the pain, a loud, deafening, and intimidating voice boomed down the corridor.

"How dare you lay your hands on my son? You must really have a death wish!"