"Life? What life have you given me?" Arthur's face was full of a sinister smile. "Since Bradley came to The Austin family, you have always protected him, no matter what he does is right in your eyes. Everything I do is worthless in your eyes. Now, for him, you have even driven me out of the house to live a beggar-like life. If you hadn't pushed me to the brink, why would I have taken this step?"

"Dad, you probably don't know that while you were enjoying luxury, I was outside with Lydia fighting with beggars for food. If it wasn't for you, Lydia wouldn't have abandoned me. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have suffered humiliation, and wouldn't have resorted to extreme measures to harm..."

Arthur dared not continue with his words.

Committing the heinous crime of plotting against one's own father is punishable by execution.

He had the intention but not the courage, which is why he resorted to threatening Dr. Henry to do things for him.

Owen shook his head in disappointment, "The reason for driving you out of the house was to make you experience some hardships and learn to grow. But you failed to make progress and made mistakes, and now you want to shift all the blame onto others. Arthur, you have truly disappointed me."

Not only this son but even Ethan and Jinny, they were also corrupt like father like son, the whole family was beyond redemption.

Owen had some hope before, at least this son had not reached the point of madness, perhaps there was still a chance to save him.

But now, he had resorted to plotting against his father, behaving worse than a beast, and Owen no longer held any hope.

He was so angry that he hurt his heart and lungs, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood heavily. "Bradley, I leave this trouble to you to handle. Whether you report to the police or send him back to the southern country, I will not interfere anymore." He has made great contributions in his life and has a clear conscience towards the southern country. But he never expected to raise such an unfilial son. What kind of sin has he committed after all? "Dad, rest assured, I will handle this matter thoroughly." Bradley said in a deep voice, instructing the Shadow to take the person away. At this moment, Arthur clenched his fist tightly, his hand reached for the belt, and a cold light flashed. He held a sharp dagger and stabbed it towards Bradley. However, before getting close to him, he was kicked heavily by the Shadow and flew out. "Puff!" Arthur spat out a mouthful of blood fiercely. The Shadow was a well-trained special agent, with skills and strength beyond ordinary people. With the strong force of the kick, he directly shattered two of Arthur's ribs.

"Take him away," Bradley ordered.

"No, Dad, you can't treat me like this, I am your own son!" Arthur began to plead, but Owen was so angry that he couldn't care less.

"Dad, if you murder your own son, even if I go to hell, my mom won't forgive you." Owen couldn't take it anymore, he angrily said, "If I keep you alive, it would be a disservice to your mother when you go to hell."

Quickly, Shadow brought Arthur to the door. Arthur knew he was bound to die, clenched his fist and asked one last question, "Even if I'm going to die, you have to let me die understanding - who is Bradley?"

"Prince of the Southern Kingdom, Long Shawn from the South!"

With a loud bang, like thunder striking. Arthur stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the man in front of him.

The prince of the southern kingdom...

Southern Long Shawn ?

Ridiculous, truly ridiculous!

He has fought against his younger brother for most of his life, only to find out that he is not loyal to his own family, but to the southern kingdom.

And his father, for the sake of an outsider, now wants to put him in a deadly situation!

"Even if he is a prince of the southern kingdom, why do you protect him and not your own biological son?"

"Because, you are also from the southern kingdom, we, The Austin family, are loyal to the royal family of the southern kingdom, the blood of the southern kingdom runs in your veins, Southern Long Shawn , he is your master."

Upon hearing these words, Owen finally couldn't hold on any longer, his eyes filled with an extreme anger.

He shook his hands, trembling, unable to speak any longer, just continued spitting up blood.

"Where is the lady? Go and fetch the lady immediately, quickly—"

Worried that the old master might be in danger, Bradley quickly had someone call Freya over. Freya, who was preparing medicinal herbs, rushed over upon hearing the news, only to be startled by the scene inside. Especially when the once lively old master suddenly turned pale, she quickly stepped forward to examine the situation. "What's going on? Weren't you fine just a moment ago?" Freya furrowed her brow, quickly performing acupuncture on the old master. But the old master's condition was very poor, and acupuncture had no effect. "No, the old master is in danger now, we must perform surgery immediately!" Earlier, to prevent any special circumstances, Freya had asked Bradley to set up a temporary operating room and had arranged for many doctors to be on standby in the old mansion. As soon as the old master was brought into the operating room, Freya immediately changed into a white coat and went in as well. As the door to the operating room closed, a robust figure burst in.

When Freya saw Bradley wearing sterile clothing, her brows furrowed deeply. "Bradley, what are you doing here?"

"I'm worried about you, so I'll stay by your side," he replied.

Pregnant and exhausted from taking care of her grandfather's illness day and night, Freya hadn't slept well for several days. She was concerned that if her grandfather woke up, she wouldn't be able to hold on. He couldn't take any risks, so he could only choose to stay by her side in this way.

"Don't be silly, you'll distract me during the surgery!" Freya pushed him to leave, as this type of surgery required complete focus and was not suitable for any distractions.

"I'll just watch from the side and promise not to make any noise to distract you during the surgery!" With that said, without giving Freya a chance to refuse, he strode towards the operating room.

Freya was helpless; once this man made a decision, no one could persuade him. She didn't have time to argue with him, as her grandfather's condition was extremely critical. Every minute delayed meant an additional risk to his life.

Take a deep breath, Freya stepped onto the operating table. Worried about her physical strength, Xavier and the doctor also participated in the surgery. Seeing her not in the best spirits, Xavier, feeling a bit concerned, said, "If you're feeling exhausted, I can take over." Freya smiled at him and said, "It's okay, I can do this." This was a highly precise surgery, with no room for error. Although Xavier was highly skilled, he had rarely performed heart repair surgeries and couldn't risk the old man's life. Standing at the operating table, Freya took deep breaths before making an incision on the old man's heart. As blood gushed out, accompanied by a strong smell of blood, Freya felt nauseous and extremely uncomfortable. She forced herself to endure it, closed her eyes for three seconds to focus, and then continued with the operation.