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    The man blinked, momentarily thrown off. “What are you saying? Are you telling me your parents and sister are all dead?”


    Jarrod avoided the question and answered instead, “You saved my life. I have no reason to turn against you.”


    From the sharp edge in the man’s tone, Jarrod could tell that the earlier threats had been nothing more than an attempt to intimidate him.


    With that realization, fear no longer had a ce in his heart. What remained was hatred, and the anger burning inside him was enough to steady his resolve.


    “I have to be at that event tomorrow,” he said between ragged breaths. “That’s where I’ll take my revenge for my parents.”


    The middle-aged man lifted an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. He could not understand what kind of madness drove Jarrod.


    For someone bleeding and only half conscious, Jarrod clung to his rage as if it could carry him all the way to that event. Maybe he wasn’t lying about the fall of the Morgan family.


    Then again, why should it concern him? Richard had once given him shelter and a way out, but that debt had been settled the moment Jarrod walked away from the Morgan estate.


    “Do as you please,” the middle-aged man muttered coldly, turning away from Jarrod without a trace of concern. “If you end up dead, that’s on you.”


    Jarrod pushed the door open.


    He forced himself forward, his legs dragging as if they were made of lead.


    Then, without warning, his strength gave out, and he copsed sideways with a heavy thud.


    “Ah—!” The cry tore from his throat as he tumbled down the wooden steps,nding with a sickening impact.


    Dust burst into the air from the dirt below, scattering in a thick cloud that sent a flock of birds fluttering wildly from the nearby trees. A few heartbeatster, faint groans drifted up from where he had fallen.


    The middle-aged man’s jaw tightened, his fingers curling into fists as a flicker of unease crossed his eyes.


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    Too many traces of their presence remained in this ce, and staying any longer would be nothing but foolishness.


    For a brief moment, memories long buried wed their way back to the surface. He could almost see his younger self again—clean-shaven, brimming with confidence, and respected for his skill behind the wheel. Back then, his future had seemed unshakable.


    Once, he had gone by the name Cohen Archer. He had served as the trusted driver and confidant of Kyle, the eldest son of the Cooper family.


    But greed had a way of finding cracks in a man’s loyalty. Kolton had offered him wealth in exchange for betrayal, and in a single reckless decision, Cohen had turned his back on Kyle. Had he remained loyal, Kolton would never have risen to power, and the Cooper family would have followed a very different path.


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