?<strong>Chapter 1303:</strong>


    This new threat was even more formidable than Alvina had ever been. He was young, sharp, and more talented.


    He was Alvina’s son, Andrew.


    But Elton didn’t take the same approach with Andrew as he had with Alvina. He didn’t send him to his death.


    Instead, he targeted Andrew’s identity as the heir to the Klein family.


    At first, Elton tried to turn the entire military region against Andrew. But instead of driving him out, the move only bolstered Andrew’s reputation within the ranks.


    Eventually, due to a series of events, Andrew left the military region.


    Elton thought his ns had seeded, but it wasn’t untilter that he realized the truth—his so-called victory had only driven Andrew into the shadows.


    He had once thought that being promoted to Lieutenant General, gaining Denby’s favor, and securing control over all aspects of the military region would give him the power Denby held. He believed that when Denby stepped down, the position would naturally be his. However, when the Perkins family fell, Elton made a disturbing discovery—Denby was behind it all.


    Denbymanded a force Elton had never heard of.


    This force was as crucial as the military affairs Elton controlled.


    And Andrew, already firmly in control of the Klein family, was now vying for this very same force. Elton found himself caught in apetition he never expected.


    As he clenched the hilt of the machete, his knuckles turning white, he drew it from its sheath.


    The de gleamed coldly, reflecting the light in the room and casting a chilling glow in Elton’s eyes.


    His gaze hardened as he stared at the machete.


    It was only now that he realized his earlier soft approaches had been in vain. Had he been more decisive with Andrew back then, he wouldn’t be facing this bitter hatred today.


    This time, he promised himself, there would be no more mercy for his rivals.


    Andrew and Alvina were both brilliant—powerful and intelligent—but their hearts were too pure.


    Their weaknessy in the ones they loved.


    “Madisyn…”


    Elton muttered the name, the word dripping with a dark resolve. With a series of fluid, calcted moves, he spun the gleaming machete in the air before smoothly sheathing it once again.


    At the Johns family’s hospital, Madisyn, d in a white coat and mask, was examining the injuries of the veterans Andrew had brought in. These men, seasoned by countless battles, bore scars that could never fully heal.


    Even after bullet fragments had been removed and the flesh healed, the wounds would re up in the rain or after exertion, leaving them in persistent pain. The only relief they could find was through painkillers.


    However, as they relied on painkillers more and more, their effectiveness began to wane, and eventually, they were left with no choice but to forgo them entirely, forced to endure the relentless pain on their own.


    These injuries were just the slightest of troubles among the group. As for the moreplexplications, Madisyn could only carefully observe and document them one by one.


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