Marcus was seated on a black leather sofa, his upper body bare, his muscular
form on full display. His clothing lay nearby.
Harlan’s eyes narrowed as he examined Marcus’ wounded arm.
“Your injury is more severe than I anticipated.”
He had been dispatched by Victor to assess Marcus’ condition.
“It's been poisoned by Bloody Herb,” he continued, sitting opposite Marcus,
hands resting on his knees.
“We haven't yet developed a treatment. You'll have to endure it for now. You may
need to remain on Raven Island for a while. You're well aware of the complexity
of Bloody Herb.”
Marcus remained silent as Derek approached to dress the wound. The festering
injury and surrounding skin were a gruesome sight. Derek's face betrayed his
revulsion as he bandaged the wound with the utmost care.
Harlan filled a glass with brandy and took a measured sip.
“I'm surprised that Bruce would inflict such cruelty on you,” he said, his voice
tinged with disbelief.
“I remember how kind you were to him. During our training on Raven Island, he
nearly fell off a cliff. You were the one who reached out without hesitation, saving
his life. How could he harm the one who saved him?"
Marcus inhaled deeply, his face betraying his exhaustion.
“I had a feeling about this,” he admitted.
These past days, sleep had eluded him. Before going to bed with Millie, he would
take great care to conceal his injury from her. Even during their more intimate
moments, he would keep a shirt on. A memory surfaced of his youth, a time when
he excelled in all his school subjects while Bruce had faltered in one.
That day, his grandmother had showered him with praise and rewarded him with
a model airplane. As he was about to give it to Bruce, Marcus noticed Bruce's
grip on the chair’s armrest, so tight that his fingers turned red.
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His eyes had been filled with a resentful determination.
Over the years, Bruce's nonchalant demeanor had hidden a deep unwillingness
to be overshadowed by Marcus. Bruce's father, Jonah, was similarly deceptive,
concealing his own ambitions.
Although Jonah appeared indifferent to wealth and success, he harbored
ambitious plans to take control of the Thomas Group.
Once his wound was dressed, Marcus donned a black shirt, vest, and overcoat,
then stepped out onto the balcony. Rain was falling, and Derek hurried after him,
umbrella in hand.
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