Part 2Mom Promoted the Wrong Son

James began coming to harass me with John, periodically locking me up and beating and berating me.

Once, when Judy passed by the door, I desperately called out to her for help.

To my shock, she gave me a look of disgust and walked away without looking back.

With Judy's tacit approval, James came to find me more and more frequently.

"Torres, you clearly know Judy doesn't like you and deliberately targets you. Why do you insist on staying here?"

When I didn't respond, he flew into a rage and encouraged John to really hurt me.

"If you know what's good for you, get the hell out of here. Otherwise, I'll beat you up every time I see you until you're disabled!"

From that point on, seeds of hatred toward the three of them took root in my heart.

Until Dad died, those seeds shot straight to my head, ready to burst forth.

After handling Dad's funeral, I went to the hospital in a daze.

As soon as I entered, I saw everyone in chaos.

I learned that today was the day for the supervisor's wife to have heart surgery.

The lead surgeon was none other than the current department head, James.

The surgery wasn't particularly difficult, and with the professor assisting and supervising, the success rate should have been over ninety percent.

But James, being incompetent, got nervous and his hand shook. He accidentally cut a major artery, causing severe blood loss in the patient.

After examination by several professors at the hospital, the supervisor's wife was deemed beyond saving.

At this point, everyone in the hospital was terrified and at a loss.

The supervisor was an influential figure in the state and even at higher levels.

Offending him would be tantamount to pushing the hospital toward destruction.

Just then, two security guards dragged me away with my eyes covered and mouth gagged.

In the darkness, I felt someone dressing and undressing me.

After I heard the door lock, I removed the blindfold to find myself standing in scrubs in an operating room.

A patient lay silently on the hospital bed. After checking the file, I confirmed she was the hospital's current hot potato—the supervisor's wife.

Voices came from outside the door.

James stamped his feet anxiously:

"Judy, you have to save me! The surgery didn't fail because of me—it's because the supervisor's wife suddenly moved, that's why I accidentally cut the blood vessel!"

"Dad, please beg Judy to save me. I'm your only son—can you bear to see me spend the rest of my life in prison?"

John patted James reassuringly:

"Don't panic. Hasn't Judy already sent in the scapegoat? Once the supervisor sees that scene with his own eyes, no one will suspect you!"

Judy's voice sounded very composed:

"Don't worry. You're closer to me than my own son. The hospital is locked down tight now. With me here, I absolutely won't let anything happen to you."

"However, even with Torres taking the fall, our hospital's reputation will still suffer some negative impact."

John lowered his voice:

"I have a foolproof plan. Later we'll quietly transfer Torres and the supervisor's wife to the small clinic next door—a classic bait and switch!"

"John, you're brilliant! This way our family can continue living happily together!"

"Dad, that's a great idea. Time's tight—let's get moving!"