Chapter: 739

Jerald's luck hadn't completely run out. His spine was shattered, and yet he managed to hang on by the skin of his teeth.

After a grueling night of emergency surgery, he survived, though he would never walk again.

Paralyzed and half of his brain damaged, Jerald was left as a hollow shell of the man he once was.

Caden visited him the next day, carrying a contract in hand. He grabbed Jerald's limp hand and pressed it down to make a clear red fingerprint.

Jerald trembled as he glared at Caden.

Caden looked at the red mark on the contract. "You always meant for the Yates family business to go to your precious younger son. But now that he's rotting in prison, the responsibility falls to me, the older brother."

Jerald's body shook violently with rage.

His eyes widened, and he muttered through clenched teeth, "The car accident... The car accident..."

Caden responded without a trace of concern, "The accident? It was fate's way of punishing you for a lifetime of sins, Dad."

Jerald refused to believe him.

He stared at Caden, seething with hatred.

Caden continued with a cold smile, "I spoke with the doctor. You'll never recover. You'll be nothing but a lifeless shell, stuck in bed forever."

He paused for a moment before adding, "But don't worry, you've got at least another twenty years left. I even arranged for Shelia, your favorite nurse, to be released. Enjoy.”

As Caden finished speaking, his smile grew wider and more sinister.

Jerald felt a fear unlike anything he had ever experienced.

Caden left the ward, and Shelia soon entered.

Weeks of medication had left her mind shattered. She stood beside the bed, drooling as she stared blankly.

Though reduced to the intellect of a small child, she could still understand simple commands.

Caden had given her one instruction only. “Take good care of him."

She giggled as she spotted the fruit knife on the table and eagerly grabbed it.

"Slice the apple. I'm gonna slice the apple..." she chanted.

She grabbed Jerald's trembling hand and began slicing through his fingers, one by one.

"Slice the apple..."

As Caden walked out of the hospital, the morning light bathed him in its glow.

He raised his hand to shield his eyes from the sun, and the sunlight fell on his palm.

At this moment, the warmth of the sun felt the same way as his mother's gentle caress.

After getting into the car, Caden handed the equity transfer papers to Hank.

“Announce the Yates Group's bankruptcy when the timing is right."

Hank nodded and asked, "What about their assets?"

"Give it all away."