Ashley was stunned by his audacity. She made a silent vow—Arthur is never giving me a massage again! While things were getting heated inside, the outside world was already in an uproar over last night’s events. The Gray family’s scandals had been carefully exposed, laid bare for the entire public to see. The whole banquet had been recorded and leaked online, and Zac’s swollen, battered face even got a highlighted close-up. Arthur’s years of suffering—eight long years of mistreatment at the hands of the Gray family—had been uncovered in brutal detail, dominating the news headlines. Social media was blowing up with one trending topic after another, all tied to the Gray family. In South City—and even across Lioran—the Gray family was now a complete disgrace. Their reputation had plummeted, and the public was out for blood. And this was exactly what Arthur had been waiting for. Two years ago, at Zac’s birthday banquet, a similar scandal had erupted. It had made waves, sure, but the Gray family had managed to sweep it under the rug. The damage back then had been inconvenient, but not fatal. This time, things were different. The Gray family could try to cover it up again, but they weren’t just facing public outrage. They were facing Cloudia Corporation. They were facing Arthur. And this was a fight they couldn’t win. At the hospital. John had been awake since midnight. His eyes were wide open, full of complicated emotions. Sleep was the last thing on his mind. Raelynn walked in, carrying a container of porridge. John’s voice was sharp with urgency. "How’s Zac?" Raelynn set the porridge down and sighed. "The doctor said his internal bleeding was severe. He’s still in surgery, but he’s out of critical condition. He should be out soon." John’s expression twisted with rage. "Severe internal bleeding? Arthur! That brat dared to go this far?" His fists clenched against the sheets. If he could stand, he would have marched straight to Arthur and beaten him within an inch of his life. Raelynn watched John, saw the fury in his eyes, the seething hatred toward Arthur. And for the first time, it made her sick. She couldn’t stop herself. "Do you remember when Arthur was twelve? Back then, Zac broke his arms and legs. He fractured three ribs!" A deep bitterness flashed in her eyes. "I can’t believe it. I spent all these years loving him like my own, and in the end... I let a wolf into my home!" After what happened last night, she could no longer lie to herself. She had lost every last ounce of faith in Zac. Raelynn’s words hit John like a slap to the face. He jerked upright in bed, completely ignoring the pain shooting through his body. His eyes blazed with fury as he bellowed, "Raelynn! What the hell are you talking about?" Raelynn stiffened at his roar, momentarily shaken. She stared at him, unable to believe what she was hearing. Then, from somewhere deep inside, a fire ignited. She didn’t hold back. Her voice rose in anger. "John! What is really going on between you and Zac? Arthur is your son! Zac abused him for eight whole years! Do you even have a conscience? Even now, you’re still protecting Zac!" John was stunned speechless. In all their years of marriage, Raelynn had never raised her voice at him, had never spoken to him like this. She had always been gentle, soft, agreeable. And now, she was going against him for Arthur? His anger flared like wildfire. "Raelynn! You’re siding with Arthur? Did you not see how he humiliated Zac and me last night? And you still want to defend an outsider like him?""An outsider? Who’s the real outsider? Arthur is my son! I carried him for nine months and gave birth to him with my own blood and sweat!" "Oh? Son?" John’s tone suddenly turned cold, his anger shifting into something sharp and calculated. He let out a bitter chuckle. "So now that Zac is useless to you and Arthur has made something of himself, you finally acknowledge him as your son?" Raelynn froze. For a second, she was at a loss for words. Before either of them could say more, Zac was wheeled into the room, accompanied by his sisters. He was still unconscious, his body covered in bandages. Their argument died on the spot. John turned to the doctor, his voice thick with worry. "Doctor, how is my son?" The doctor’s expression darkened slightly when he saw John. Like everyone else, he had seen the news. The Gray family’s dirty laundry was out for the world to see. To him, they were nothing more than entitled, delusional monsters. He wouldn’t waste a second on if it weren’t for his oath as a doctor. Keeping his face neutral, he responded flatly, "He’s out of danger. The fractures in his limbs and ribs have been set. He just needs proper rest. His internal injuries were severe, but we’ve taken care of them."