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In the realm of Preagend, emerged a crucial moment. Darin, subjected to the embrace of an extensive ten-hour surgery, emerged as a resilient warrior from the theater of operation.

Once the ordeal was concluded, as Darin was gently ushered forth, Camilla Barker, his anxious mother, hastened toward the threshold, her plea dripping with apprehension.

“Doctor, I implore you to save my son.”

The surgeon slowly removed his mask, his solemn expression revealing the harsh reality.

“Mrs. Barker, I regret to inform you that your son’s legs have been severely injured. He will need a wheelchair due to shattered knee fractures. We tried our best, but the damage was extensive.”

“What?! A life confined to a wheelchair?”

The words unfurled like a storm within her, Camilla’s equilibrium faltering, consciousness itself teetering on the precipice. Swiftly, the waiting butler swooped in, a lifeline in the tempest, beseeching, “Mrs. Barker, hold on, hold on. Time passed in the ward as Darin slept, vulnerable yet peaceful. Camilla awoke beside him, her helplessness weighing heavily on her soul after her unconsciousness.

heir to the Barker family’s opulence, The family’s destiny was now

Camilla’s cane met the floor, the echo a

is it?! Has anyone discovered the culprit responsible for the malicious act against Darin? Their retribution

Barker, our findings point to Marcus, Regrettably, we

a storm brewed, a revelation that left

God’s favored one? How, pray tell, did this transpire? What grievance between

as the butler speculated, “A dubious enigna, indeed, Marcus, a being both fierce and feared, yet tethered to his principles. Cruelty

mirroring the butler’s sagacious words. Gazing

a figure unacquainted with the realm of interference, never inclined toward the labyrinth

intoned, “Perchance, veracity shall only grace us upon the

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