ine appeared extremely pale and visibly shaken. “Oh, I’m fine; I just have a bit of a headache. The doctor checked on me and said I’m okay. It’s just that your father… the truck hit his side…” she said, her voice trembling.


    In that moment, she let out a loud wail.


    The thought that her husband might be permanently quadriplegic hit her like a ton of bricks.


    After aprehensive investigation, Charlie learned that the muck truck had fled the scene following the ident. Both ine and Jacob had lost consciousness from the impact, leaving them unable to capture the truck’s license te or any distinguishing features.


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    ine’s condition was somewhat better; she had been seated in the front passenger seat during the collision. Although she was also unconscious after the ident, she only sustained some bruises and minor injuries. She regained consciousness upon reaching the hospital.


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    Charlie sighed heavily, reflecting, “God is so unfair.”


    While Jacob could be an arrogant braggart who pretended to know more than he actually did, he wasn’t inherently a bad person. He was merely a bit cowardly and foolish. Yet, this ident had left him facing the prospect of permanent quadriplegia. If something didn’t change soon, he would face a lifetime of misery.


    In stark contrast, ine embodied both snobbery and a maniptive nature, intent on marrying her daughter off for wealth and prestige, devoid of any moralpass.


    And yet, here she was—unscathed!


    Charlie couldn’t help but feel a twinge of malice. Why wasn’t ine the one lying in that hospital bed, facing the risk of quadriplegia?


    If she were disabled, perhaps he could finally enjoy a peaceful life within the Wilson family…


    Just then, the ICU door swung open, and two figures entered.


    Charlie’s expression darkened upon seeing the young man at the front—Jason Grant, the very person he had humiliated at the auto show the day before.


    Following Jason was a middle-aged man carrying a medicine chest adorned with arge red cross.


    ire asked, “Mom, why is he here?”


    “Oh, I invited him. Jason knows the hospital director. He happened to be visiting rtives when we arrived, and upon seeing our situation, he immediately arranged for your dad to be ced in the ICU,” ine exined.


    She then turned to Jason with a warm smile. “You must be exhausted from all the arrangements. Please, take a seat!”


    Jason forced a smile in return. “It’s alright; I’m not tired.”


    However, his expression shifted abruptly when he noticed Charlie standing behind ine.


    The sight of this pathetic loser only fueled his disdain.


    It was Charlie’s meddling at the auto show that had led to Jason’s humiliation in front of ire, and that resentment had festered deeply within him.


    Seeing his rival in front of him ignited a burning fury, and at the same time, he feltpelled to redeem himself in ire’s eyes.


    ine, with a heavy heart and tears still in her eyes, said to Jason, “The doctor just told me that Jacob might be paralyzed for life. What am I going to do…?”


    Jason pointed to the middle-aged man behind him, introducing him to ine. “Don’t worry! This is Joshua Lynch, a renowned Chinese medicine doctor in the country. I’ve invited him to treat Uncle Jacob! With his expertise, Uncle Jacob will heal before you know it!”