Jack struggled with all his might, but not a sound escaped his throat.
Ryan's dark, deep-set eyes glinted under the chandelier like an unfathomable abyss. His voice, hoarse from years of unconsciousness, was chilling, like a demon speaking from the depths of hell.
"You trying to kill my son?"
Ava, pale and shaken, leaned against the edge of the bed, silently watching it all unfold.
'He's awake. He's really awake.'
A surge of emotion filled her chest.
Ryan said coldly, "Jack, you've got some nerve. Did you think I was dead?"
Ryan wasn't just another businessman. He'd spent years in the military. Even after being in a coma for three years, crushing Jack would've been effortless.
Just then, Oscar's voice came from outside the door.
"Ryan's awake? Let me see him!"
Ryan looked slightl
