Chapter 491 Betrayal
Jack froze, not quite understanding what had just happened. But the sudden, intense pain in his stomach made him panic, as if someone had grabbed his insides and twisted them hard. His face contorted in agony, and he began to shake violently. "What did you give me? It hurts so much!"
"Relax, it's just a little something to make you more cooperative. Can't you take a joke?"
"Are you kidding me? This is attempted murder!"
Jack was nearly losing his mind. He wanted to lunge at Micah and beat him senseless, but the pain in his stomach made him collapse to the floor, unable to stand. Kneeling on the ground, he cursed continuously despite his weakness.
"You're a bastard! A murderous doctor! I swear I won't let you get away with this!"
A few nurses passing by were drawn to the commotion, exchanging confused glances, unsure how to handle the enraged Jack. Sensing an opportunity, Jack turned his fury on them, shouting, "You're all useless! How can you let someone like him stay in this hospital? You don't care about the patients at all!"
The nurses stepped back, some covering their mouths in shock, their eyes showing a hint of fear. Finally, a young nurse mustered the courage to step forward. "Please calm down, sir. We'll check on you, but you need to sit down first."
"Calm down? Why should I calm down?" Jack's voice grew louder. "You're all criminals! Get me another doctor right now! I want to file a complaint!"
Desperate and furious, he struggled to stand but fell back to the floor due to the pain. When his eyes fell upon George standing at a distance, a surge of hatred washed over him. He resented George for doing nothing, for abandoning him in his time of need.
"George! You bastard!" he spat, glaring at George with contempt. "Why aren't you helping me? Do you not care if I suffer? Is my life that meaningless to you?"
George stood quietly, watching Jack's irrational outburst with a growing smirk of disdain. He turned to leave, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Keep struggling. I'm here for the show."
The other patients looked on in stunned silence, then began to murmur among themselves.
"Are they father and son?"
"No, they must be enemies!"
George, that bastard, was just like Charles, who raised him. Neither of them were any good!
They didn't care about him at all!
Fine, if they didn't care, then he wouldn't either!
If they were heartless, he would be too!
Michael wanted the Russell family dead, right? Then Jack would join forces with Michael.
Back when the Russell family was at its peak, he didn't benefit much. All the power and status went to George and Charles. What did he get?
Mockery and scorn!
People praised him when he was young, saying he was lucky to be born into a good family. When he was older, they said he was good at having kids, for having an outstanding son like George!
Bullshit!
George was just a fool blinded by love!
He couldn't even keep the Russell Group safe because of some woman named Emma. What was the point of keeping George around? It was better to team up with Michael. At least Michael was his cousin and would show some family loyalty.
No one knew that Jack had made up his mind. Not even Michael would have guessed that Jack would be so easy to sway. But for Michael, this was great news.
He had taken down a member of the Russell family without lifting a finger.
What could be more satisfying?
With that thought, Jack stopped pretending. He muttered a curse under his breath, "You damn bastard, you should stay in that hospital bed forever! I'm done taking care of you! Why should I sacrifice everything for someone like you?"
His curse was filled with venom and resentment, as if he wanted to pour all his pain and humiliation onto the dying Charles.
At that moment, George finally snapped. His voice was cold and indifferent. "Get out! Get as far away as you can!"
George's eyes were filled with disgust and contempt, as if he were looking at a disgraceful stranger, not his father.
"Your attitude towards Grandpa makes me sick. And now you dare curse him? From today on, I don't have a father like you!"
Jack was stunned by George's words, his anger flaring up again. "I don't have a son like you either! You can't even keep the Russell Group afloat, and you still pretend to be the CEO! Let me tell you, George, when I make it big, don't come crying to me! I won't acknowledge you as my son!"
With that, he turned to leave the room in a rage. Phoenix stood there, hesitant, clearly not wanting to follow Jack. Jack's eyes flashed with a dangerous glint, like a beast ready to attack. He grabbed Phoenix's arm with such force that her skin turned pale.
"You're coming with me!" he growled, his voice full of menace. "Stay here, and I'll beat you to death!" His tone was so violent and threatening that the air seemed to freeze.
Phoenix trembled in fear, her face turning pale. Jack's grip was so tight it felt like he was crushing her arm, the pain almost making her cry out.
"Didn't you hear me?" Jack snarled, each word forced through gritted teeth. "I raised you, and you dare defy me? When I say go, you go!"
He dragged Phoenix roughly, not caring about her feelings or dignity. Phoenix had no choice but to follow, her eyes filled with deep fear and helplessness, like a puppet being controlled by its master. Jack had completely lost his mind, venting all his frustration and anger on the person closest to him, as if trying to release all his pent-up resentment in that moment.
Just as Jack was about to drag Phoenix out of the room, a weak, elderly voice suddenly called out, "Stop!" The voice was soft but firm, like a clap of thunder, instantly silencing everyone in the room.
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