Chapter 210

Sophia Lowell's fingers dug deep into her palms, her nails nearly piercing the flesh.

A storm of darkness churned in her eyes.

Thankfully, she had prepared in advance and transferred all her assets.

She wouldn't spend another cent on this father-son pair's medical bills!

"Brandon, calm down. The doctor said you shouldn't get agitated." Margaret Hill quickly soothed her son before shooting Sophia a reproachful glare. "Sophia, can't you be more understanding? Your brother isn't stable right now."

Brandon scoffed, his face full of disdain. "Hear that? Even Mom agrees with me. Who are you to lecture me?"

He had been a spoiled brat since childhood.

His parents indulged his every whim, molding him into an arrogant, entitled man.

His previous politeness toward Sophia had only been because she was useful.

Now that the mask was off, he couldn't even be bothered to pretend.

Sophia's face darkened, her jaw clenched tight.

"W-what's... all this noise...?"

A weak voice suddenly came from the side.

All three turned their heads.

On the neighboring hospital bed, Vincent Lowell slowly opened his eyes.

His face was deathly pale, his lips cracked, his brow furrowed in pain.

"Darling!"

"Dad!"

Margaret and Sophia immediately rushed to his side.

Brandon also schooled his expression, though his gaze remained fixed on his father.

"Where... am I?"

Vincent's voice was hoarse, his eyes dazed.

Margaret hurriedly moistened his lips with a damp cotton swab, tears spilling over. "The hospital. You've been in a coma for a month..."

She had feared he would never wake up.

Vincent's eyes widened in shock.

A month?

Sophia had already called for the attending physician.

After a thorough examination, the doctor smiled in relief. "The patient's awakening is a good sign. Focus on rehabilitation now."

Only then did Margaret relax, clutching her husband's hand. "Darling, do you remember who did this to you?"

"Ah! My leg! My leg!"

Vincent suddenly screamed.

His entire body trembled violently, as if reliving the agony of his shattered bones.

Cold sweat drenched his hospital gown in seconds.

"Doctor! Get the doctor!" Margaret panicked.

The physician rushed back, examined him, and shook his head. "His leg is healing well. This is phantom pain."

"There's no specific treatment. He'll have to overcome it himself."

Only after the doctor left did Vincent's pain gradually subside.

He strained to recall that day's events, but his memory remained blank.

Sophia leaned in close, her voice low. "Dad, think carefully. If we find the culprit, we'll make sure he pays!"

Vincent's temples throbbed, his brow furrowed in frustration.

Finally, he closed his eyes in defeat. "I... truly can't remember."