The sudden turn of events left everyone at the scene in a panic. The banquet ended in a rush of confusion and fear. Everyone heard John's final shout before he collapsed. They had previously judged Arthur, only to realize they were all misled by Solivair's manipulation. But for most of them, the actual truth might not have even mattered that much. In their eyes, Arthur had once again become that promising young man worth connecting with. Outside the emergency room, Arthur sat blankly on a bench in the corridor. Hugo stayed with Arthur. He patted Arthur on the shoulder and let out a long sigh, not knowing what to say. This child has suffered so much. Hugo understood Arthur. John's confession might not have been something Arthur needed, but hearing it must've moved him–some joy, some relief. What child doesn't long for their parent's love? After enduring years of mistreatment, he had finally gotten a taste of paternal love. But before he could even react, before he had the chance to enjoy that rare affection, reality struck again, brutally. If he had never received it in the first place, maybe it wouldn't hurt so much. But to have just received it, only to lose it again… That kind of pain was unimaginable. Arthur just sat there in a daze, eyes empty, and his mind in chaos. From the far end of the corridor, hurried footsteps could be heard. "Arthur!" It was Ashley. Arthur looked up. The moment he saw Ashley, his eyes instantly turned red. Ashley hugged him, and Arthur buried his head into her arms. Ashley could feel her clothes getting soaked. She heard about what happened at the banquet. All she could do was gently pat Arthur's back to comfort him silently. Before long, the doors of the emergency room opened. Seeing the doctor walk out, Arthur's throat moved slightly, but he couldn't speak. The doctor sighed and said, "The patient had no vital signs when he arrived at the hospital. Resuscitation was unsuccessful. He has passed away." Arthur felt like something inside him had collapsed. John is really gone. That last bit of hope was completely shattered. Arthur couldn't even describe what he was feeling. He only knew that the tears in his eyes wouldn't stop falling. He had hated him; at the time, he was just a child, and John had been so heartless as to let him live that inhuman life. The despair of drowning in the ocean in his past life was still vividly etched in Arthur's mind.Even after Arthur was reborn, John still favored Zac. Even after learning that Zac had bullied him for eight years, even after learning at Zac's birthday party that Zac had tried to frame him, John still stood firmly on Zac's side. He even blamed Arthur for exposing the matter, saying he had embarrassed the Gray family. He had never once considered that the one who had disgraced the Gray family was Zac! Arthur was just desperately trying to protect himself! When Zac hired people to bully him again and Arthur reported it to the police, leading to Xavier and the others being arrested, Xavier gave Zac's name. And still, John and the others went out of their way to beg Arthur not to press charges against Zac. That day was Arthur's birthday. Yet for everything Zac had done, John couldn't even bring himself to scold him. Arthur truly hated him. He hated John's heartlessness, hated every cruel thing he had done to him. Before adopting Zac, John had been a father Arthur admired deeply. He had been the mountain Arthur leaned on. But after Zac came into their lives, everything changed. When Arthur heard John standing before him and saying that he was wrong, Arthur felt such joy. Even though he had already made up his mind to cut ties and live his own life, deep in his heart, Arthur still wanted to hear John apologize. He hadn't even had time to respond or even process whether he felt happy or not, and suddenly, John was dead. Arthur felt pain and suffocated. Inside the emergency room, John lay silently on the hospital bed, a white sheet covering his body. That sheet covered his face. Looking at that sheet, Arthur felt that white was such a harsh color. It was lifeless. He couldn't sense even a trace of vitality. He reached out with a trembling hand to lift that sheet.