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Chapter 1075
As they neared Grant’s ward, Logan heard a scream.
The guy leading the way looked a bit stiff, offering Logan an awkward smile.
He quickly headed for the ward.
By the time Logan arrived, a nurse was just pulling up Grant’s pants.
Grant lay in bed, covered with a blanket.
“He just soiled the bed. You know, mental patients, they tend to do this,” the nurse said in a low voice, “I was about
to clean him up!”
Grant turned his head and saw Logan standing at the door.
He immediately cried out, “Logan, you’ve finally come to rescue me! This man, he…”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBefore Grant could finish, Logan coldly interrupted him, “Whatever he’s done to you, you asked for it.”
Grant was stunned.
So was the nurse.
Wasn’t it said that Logan was his son?
“Don’t worry about me.” Logan looked at the nurse, “He’s done this to others before.”
The nurse managed a weak smile.
The initial tension was completely gone.
“I get it!”
“Logan, I am your biological father!!” Grant’s voice was hoarse.
Logan pulled over a chair and sat across from Grant, “I’m glad you’re my biological father, so I have the right to
sign my name on all the documents that keep you here.”
Grant was stunned.
He had thought that once his mental evaluation was normal, he could walk out of here.
But from what Logan was saying, was he planning to keep him here all the time?
“You are now a person with limited behavior, and I am your guardian, so I have the final say whether you can leave
here or not.” Logan said seriously.
“Logan, you can’t do this! You can’t!”
“When I was a kid, mom loved me very much.” Logan looked at him, his eyes filled with deep despair, “But when
she died, she hated me, do you think, if I punish yo for her now, will she still hate me?”
Grant’s words sent a shiver down Logan’s spine.
He once again confirmed that there was a haunting resemblance of Abigail in Logan’s face.
The realization struck him with terror, causing him to let out a piercing scream.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMeanwhile, the nurses hurriedly worked to calm his frenzied state.
Logan, observing the commotion, found himself growing disinterested in engaging with Grant any further. He rose
from his seat, prepared to make his exit. However, Grant’s voice, hoarse with emotion, called out to him
desperately. “Son! Don’t you want me anymore?”
In that moment, Logan felt transported back in time. He recalled a young boy, rushing into his mother’s room,
clutching her scarred hand, and gazing at her as if she had just escaped from a confining and oppressive
environment, resembling a cage–like house.
Logan came back to his senses.
Grant’s voice was still lingering behind him.
He didn’t look back, he walked out of the ward.
The boy trapped in childhood memories, also holding his mother’s hand, walked from darkness towards the light.
Mom. I’m sorry. I hope you’re free now. I hope you’ve met your lover.”
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