An hour later, Stephen and his men arrived at an underground laboratory on the outskirts of town.
After clearing multiple layers of security, they entered a sterile chamber.
Marcus lay on the bed, a skeleton draped in skin, his vacant eyes struggling to focus amid a maze of tubes and wires sustaining him.
Hearing the noise, Marcus slowly rolled his eyes and locked gazes with Stephen.
After a moment, his expression turned visibly agitated. He struggled to sit up, but his limbs were tightly bound, causing him to fall back helplessly.
"Stephen... you vile little rat..."
Marcus panted heavily, his voice hoarse and dry from years of silence.
"I'm your uncle, your elder! How dare you send men after me!"
"Teach him some respect," Stephen commanded, his voice icy. Ethan stepped forward wit
