With dark expressions, the two men followed the nurse as Xavier was wheeled into his hospital room. Seeing that Xavier had been brought out while Zac was still inside, John grew anxious. He rushed forward, blocking the doctor and the others, his voice urgent. "Doctor, why isn’t Zac out yet?" What he really meant was—why wasn’t Zac treated first? The doctor and Xavier’s parents immediately picked up on his underlying accusation, and their faces darkened. The doctor, expressionless, responded, "We have more than one operating room. Both patients were treated simultaneously. Zac’s injuries are more severe, so naturally, his surgery is taking longer." John’s anxiety only deepened. "More severe? How bad is he?" As he spoke, his gaze flickered toward Xavier, lying on the hospital bed. His eyes were filled with blame, as if accusing Xavier of failing to protect Zac—of letting Zac suffer worse injuries than him. Xavier’s father couldn’t hold back any longer. Ignoring his wife’s attempts to restrain him, he stepped forward and snapped, "John! If it weren’t for Zac, my son wouldn’t have been beaten! And now you dare to blame him?" John, realizing his thoughts had been exposed, didn’t bother denying it. "So, you’re saying Xavier got hurt because of Zac?" He scoffed. "Let’s not forget—it was your son who followed Zac around like a lapdog! He bullied Arthur of his own free will! You failed to teach your own son properly, and now you’re blaming Zac?" "You—!" Xavier’s father was left speechless. The doctor shook his head from the sidelines. These two fathers were just as bad as each other. If Xavier’s parents hadn’t enabled his behavior, would he have spent years tormenting others? These parents always blamed the world for their children’s problems but never looked inward. And then there was John—he treated his own child as if he were the most precious thing in the world while viewing everyone else’s children as trash. He truly believed Zac was the best, that no other child could compare. What he failed to see was that this blind arrogance had spoiled Zac, making him self-centered and oblivious to others.The doctor had encountered parents like John before—foolish, indulgent, and completely unaware of how they were ruining their children. He was just surprised that even someone from a prestigious family like John was no exception. If not for the wealth his father had left him, a man like John could never have become rich on his own. Done with the pointless conversation, the doctor ignored John and continued pushing Xavier’s bed toward the hospital room. John knew there was no point in pressing further, so he remained outside, waiting anxiously. Time crawled by. Finally, Zac was wheeled out of surgery. John rushed forward. "Doctor! How is my son?" Zac’s limbs had barely begun to heal before this. Now, he had suffered even more injuries. John couldn’t imagine the pain he was enduring. The doctor, his face devoid of emotion, listed Zac’s injuries. With each word, John’s face turned paler. Not only had his previous fractures reopened, but he had suffered multiple new breaks. Worse yet, depending on how he recovered, there was a possibility that he could be permanently disabled. Permanently disabled. John felt his world collapse. Renee had entrusted Zac to him, and now, he had let this happen to him. His legs went weak, and he nearly lost his balance. Last night, when he received the news, Zac had already been rushed into emergency surgery. He had spent the entire night outside the operating room, waiting anxiously. But even with all the mental preparation, nothing could have braced him for what he saw when Zac was finally brought out. Yesterday, despite his broken limbs, Zac’s face had remained mostly unscathed, aside from the bandages and casts on his body. But now— Now, Zac’s face was unrecognizable. Both of his eyes were swollen shut, black and bruised. His entire face was mottled with different shades of purple and blue, swollen in various places. His lips had been smashed to the side, and his mouth was crooked. Bandages covered nearly every inch of his body. There wasn’t a single area left unharmed.John’s hands trembled. He wanted to touch Zac’s face but hesitated, afraid of hurting him even more. His heart twisted in pain, as if it were being mercilessly wrung. Lost in his despair, John didn’t notice the figure standing at the end of the corridor. A woman clung to the wall for support, her legs nearly giving out beneath her. She pressed a hand over her mouth, stifling the sobs threatening to escape. Raelynn and the others caught sight of her and exchanged surprised glances—but in their eyes, there was no trace of grief. It was as if the sadness had completely faded away. Sensing something, Raelynn suddenly turned her head, her gaze locking onto the corridor’s corner. Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest. Panic seized her, and without another thought, she turned and fled. Raelynn frowned and stepped forward. That figure… it looked familiar. A strange feeling crept over her. Someone’s watching us.