SSS-Rank Awakening: My Talent Multiplies Everything novel Chapter 81

Chapter 81: A Lingering Grudge.

Meanwhile.

Several kilometers away.

Inside a luxurious VIP hospital room illuminated by warm lights, a tense atmosphere lingered in the air.

A middle-aged man stood beside a hospital bed.

He appeared to be in his mid-forties.

Sharp features.

Well-maintained appearance.

The aura of someone accustomed to authority.

This was Robert Hayes.

On the hospital bed lay Marcus.

Or at least what remained of him.

His face was swollen beyond recognition.

Bruises covered nearly every visible inch of skin.

Several bones remained fractured despite receiving treatment.

The sight alone was enough to make most people wince.

Beside the bed sat a heavily made-up woman.

Her face was filled with concern as she gently stroked Marcus’s hair.

A painful groan escaped Marcus’s mouth.

His swollen eyes turned toward Robert.

"Father..."

His voice was weak.

"You have to avenge me."

The woman immediately nodded.

"He’s right."

Her expression darkened.

"That little bastard actually dared to do this to my sister’s son."

"You can’t let him get away with it."

"You have to make him pay."

Robert remained silent.

His brows slowly knitted together.

A dilemma weighed heavily on his mind.

Marcus was his son.

No matter what, seeing him reduced to this state naturally filled him with anger.

But the situation wasn’t that simple.

The boy responsible appeared to have some sort of connection with the Sword Saint’s granddaughter.

That alone made things complicated.

Very complicated.

Could he afford to make a move?

The answer arrived almost immediately.

No.

Absolutely not.

The moment he crossed that line, he wouldn’t simply be dealing with a teenager.

He would be provoking one of the most influential families on the planet.

The woman frowned when she noticed his silence.

"Why aren’t you saying anything?"

"Are you really going to let this go?"

"If my sister were still alive, she would’ve already taken revenge for her son."

The moment those words left her mouth, Robert’s expression darkened.

His patience snapped.

"Enough."

The room instantly fell silent.

His voice was cold.

Colder than either of them had ever heard before.

His gaze swept across both of them.

"No one in this family is making a move against that boy."

"Not me."

"Not you."

"Not anyone."

The firmness in his voice left no room for argument.

Marcus immediately lowered his head.

Even the woman fell silent.

Robert took a deep breath.

The mention of Martha had stirred old emotions.

His late wife.

The woman he had loved more than anyone else.

Even now, years after her death, he had never truly moved on.

In fact, he had never remarried.

Well...

Mostly.

A strange look appeared on his face.

His so-called marriage with the Saintess hardly counted.

Anyone within the upper circles already knew about the bizarre relationship between the Saintess and her husband.

The famous couple had an almost supernatural ability to create chaos wherever they went.

Whenever they fought, one of them would somehow end up marrying someone else out of spite before eventually reconciling again.

Over the years, countless innocent people had become unwilling participants in their strange marital disputes.

Robert included.

When the Saintess approached him with marriage papers, refusing wasn’t exactly an option.

Not when the Sword Saint stood behind her.

Signing the papers had simply been the safer choice.

Thankfully, everyone involved understood it wasn’t a real marriage.

Still, the memory remained irritating.

His gaze drifted back toward Marcus.

For a moment, complicated emotions surfaced within his eyes.

Marcus’s birth had taken Martha’s life.

A fact Robert had never fully managed to forget.

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