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!"