Chapter 6

Scott's Point-of-View After I woke up in the hospital, I learned that my left leg was ruined for good. Rage overwhelmed me, and I roared, swearing to take the Sunderlands to court. As I dragged my crippled leg and limped out of my ward, I realized that people were giving me odd looks. At first, I thought I was overthinking it. However, people kept whispering about me wherever I went. When I went to the cafeteria for a meal, the staff glared at me and deliberately gave me a smaller portion. Later, I got the idea to head to the garden to stretch my limbs. However, the moment I stepped outside the hospital, people surrounded me, taking pictures and pointing at me. At night, I left my ward because I needed to use the restroom. However, even the nurses in the stairwell shot me a disdainful look when they saw me. "He's the one, right? The bastard who got his own mother killed and framed his ex-wife, all to protect his mistress." "I heard he even promoted his mistress, who was an intern