I am the only son of the nation’s wealthiest family, back home to prepare to take over the family business. I never expected that simply attending a banquet with my sister would lead to being mistaken as her lover by her “boy toy,” Asher. In my past life, he severed my hands and tortured me in a basement for three days and nights. “My family’s darling is of high status; how could a poor guy like you ever hope to reach that high?” Asher’s sister, Adeline, knelt before my sister, Phoebe, begging her to avenge me, but she remained indifferent. “Even if he is my brother, if his death could make Asher happy, then it’s worth it.” To help Asher cover up his crime, she even ran over Adeline at the police station entrance when she was seeking justice for me. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back at the moment Asher was about to cut off my hands. This time, I decisively hung up the call to my biased sister and turned to call my mom. “Mom, I want to revoke my sister’s inheritance rights and expel her from the family. Also, help me prepare the engagement banquet with Adeline.” I want to see who ends up in the mud pit this time. 1 “Taking advantage of my illness to seduce my girlfriend, Declan, you’re despicable!” “If you like holding other people’s girlfriends’ hands, I’ll make sure you can’t do it again. Let’s see if you can keep seducing others with crippled hands!” With familiar voices, I felt something sharp stab into my wrist. The sharp pain snapped my muddled brain awake. Opening my eyes, I saw Asher grinning as he twisted a scalpel in my wrist. Seeing this familiar scene, I instantly realized I had been reborn. Reborn to the day Asher kidnapped me to the abandoned factory to cut off my hands. From the Bluetooth earpiece blocked by my messy hair, I heard my sister Phoebe’s cold voice. “Stop pretending, Declan. Asher is upright. How could he kidnap you?” “Even if you’re jealous of Asher, don’t use such vile means to frame him. He’s my future husband; it’s not worth dirtying his hands for you, understand?” Feeling my right hand gradually lose sensation, I closed my eyes, not uttering a word to Phoebe for help. Recalling my past life, I frantically explained to Phoebe that I wasn’t jealous of Asher, dropping all dignity, crying and begging for her to save me. But Phoebe still coldly refused, and my unusual behavior was noticed by Asher. Thus, my secretly hidden phone was smashed, cutting off my only hope of rescue. Asher pulled out the knife from my wrist and swung it fiercely at my face. “Stupid loser, keep pretending. Let’s see if you can still act after this!” With one slap, I felt half my face go numb, warm liquid flowing down my face, numbing it with pain. Asher, seeing my miserable state, left in a good mood. But I knew this wasn’t him letting me go; he was just tired and going to find thugs to continue for him. Watching Asher’s disappearing back, I struggled to bite open the rope on my hand. Pulling out the phone hidden in my pocket, I hung up on Phoebe and called my mom. As the call connected, I heard Asher’s scream from behind. “Declan, what are you doing?!” My heart raced, instinctively wanting to run, but the call connected at that moment. Seeing Asher approaching with three thugs, the nightmare of my past life overwhelmed me. Frozen in place, I used my last bit of strength to speak into the phone. “Mom, hurry and save me.” The next second, Asher was in front of me, smashing the phone to the ground. But this time, I wasn’t worried. I knew Mom would come save me. I am the Harper Family’s only biological son, the only child left by the person she loves most. From a young age, I was strictly protected by the family, and anyone with ill intentions towards me met with a miserable end. If Mom knew I was hurt like this, she would be furious and make those who dared to harm me pay a thousandfold. Asher shoved me to the ground, fiercely grinding his shoe into my wound. Pointing at the three thugs behind him, he looked at me viciously and said, “I knew you weren’t honest. Beat him until he calls me daddy!” At Asher’s signal, the three thugs with fists like sandbags approached me. I racked my brain, thinking of how to save myself. Suddenly, a slender figure blocked me. I looked closely; it was Adeline, who in my past life sought justice for me but was killed by Phoebe. Chapter 2 “I’ll hold them off, Declan, you run!” I couldn’t say what I felt inside, not even having time to think about why she appeared, struggling to shake my head at her. “No, you go! Don’t worry about me!” I was severely injured and lost too much blood. Even if I stood up, I couldn’t run far. I already involved her in my last life; I can’t drag her down again. But it was too late. Adeline was kicked to the ground by the three thugs, fists raining down on her. My heart twisted into a knot, desperately trying to get them to stop to no avail. Asher grabbed my hair, speaking viciously. “Declan, I didn’t expect your simp to be so devoted, daring to come save you.” “Then I’ll send you both to die together!” Blood loss blurred my vision, but I still glared at Asher. “You better let me and Adeline go. You can’t afford the cost of hurting me!” Asher laughed disdainfully, slapping me across the face again, mocking in his tone. “Who do you think you are? Phoebe is the daughter of the nation’s wealthiest family. Do you think even if I kill you, the police would dare trouble me?” Asher glanced at Adeline on the ground, eyes filled with disgust. “You little wench dare come to save him. Truly devoted.” He grinned maliciously, telling the three thugs, “She’s yours, do as you please.” The three thugs approached Adeline again, leering. “Asher, are you crazy? Adeline is your sister!” I used all my strength to try to drag their legs but was mercilessly stepped on. A clear sound of bones cracking reached my ears, and I trembled with rage, no longer caring to hide my identity. “Enough! Phoebe is just my mom’s adopted daughter. I’m the Tycoon’s only son!” “With one word, I can make Phoebe leave the Harper Family. If you don’t stop now, I guarantee your fate will be a thousand times worse than mine today!” Asher paused, then laughed even louder at my words. “Declan, are you mad because you can’t be Phoebe’s lover?” “Who doesn’t know the current Tycoon is a Harper, and there’s no son. You should check your facts before lying.” My heart sank. The Harper Family shielded me too well; even stray dogs passing by were investigated. My information never appeared publicly. Plus, using my late father’s surname, who died in a car accident shortly after marrying in, and going abroad at five due to severe illness. Until now, the outside world didn’t know about a Harper son with the surname Lin. I endured the pain in my wrist, gritting my teeth as I looked at Asher. “I’m telling the truth. If you don’t believe me, ask Phoebe!” Though I knew Phoebe wouldn’t help, it was all I could say to stall until Mom’s people arrived… “Lies, do you think I’d believe you?!” Asher slapped me again, pulling me up by the hair. He squeezed my face, the thugs holding my hands, signaling another to pick up the ax in the corner. I understood his intent, struggling fiercely, banging my head against Asher. Caught off guard, Asher’s nose shattered, enraging him. He turned and slapped me again. My face burned with pain, a chilling numbness spreading. Am I doomed to lose my hands even in this life? Despair gripped me as the ax was about to fall when the factory doors burst open. An SUV sped in, hitting the thug with the ax. Startled, the thugs released me. Sensing danger, Asher tried to flee but was pinned by bodyguards. My mom’s secretary rushed over, calling for people to send Adeline and me to the Harper Family’s private hospital. Chapter 3 Just after getting bandaged and moved to a VIP ward, my mom’s call came. Answering, I briefly explained what happened. Thinking of Adeline’s selfless protection warmed me inside. My mom couldn’t sit still after hearing. “What?! That Asher wanted to cripple your hands? Does he not know the Harper Family’s power?” “And that vile Phoebe, I’ll make them regret ever living.” I nodded in agreement. “Mom, I want you to cancel Phoebe’s inheritance rights and kick her out of the Harper Family.” “And Adeline, if not for her, I wouldn’t have escaped. I’ll introduce her to you later.” My mom firmly promised. Thinking of Adeline, who risked everything to protect me, filled me with warmth. Mom was instantly on edge after hearing what I had to say. “What did you just say?! That Asher wants to damage your hand? Clearly, he’s unaware of how the Harper Family operates!” “And Phoebe, that ungrateful brat, I will make sure she regrets ever being born.” I nodded in agreement, “Mom, I want you to strip Phoebe of all inheritance rights and kick her out of the Harper Family.” “And Adeline, if it weren’t for her help, I wouldn’t have made it out. I’ll introduce her to you when the time is right.” Mom gave me her firm promise. “Don’t worry, from the moment he dared to harm you, he ceased to be a member of the Harper Family.” “I’ve already instructed my secretary to come and pick me up. Wait for me, I’m coming back to support you!” Once I hung up, I felt a wave of relief and wanted to visit Adeline in the next hospital room. Just as I got out of bed, the door swung open. I looked up to see Phoebe entering with a group of bodyguards. Without saying a word, she kicked me hard in the stomach. “Who do you think you are to mess with Asher?” The blow knocked me to the ground, leaving me in too much pain to speak. I couldn’t understand what right Phoebe had to attack me. She was merely an adopted daughter my parents had taken in. Without them, she might still be scavenging for food on the streets. Before I went abroad at five, I treated her like my own sister. Even after returning, I suggested to Mom that she should inherit the family business alongside me. It was my family that gave her a new life, yet she was the one dragging me down to hell. Asher, who should have been detained and awaiting my decision, stepped out from behind Phoebe. He looked at me in my miserable state and mocked me. “Let it go, sister Phoebe. Declan said he’s the Tycoon’s only son, and we can’t afford to offend him…” Phoebe sneered, her gaze filled with contempt. “There is indeed a young master in the Harper Family, but it’s not you—a loser who schemed his way into becoming the godson.” “I grew up in the Harper Family. How could I not recognize who the true heir is?” Phoebe’s words left me bewildered, but I am indeed the Tycoon’s son. At that moment, a middle-aged man stepped out from behind Phoebe. I recognized him as Liam Parker, my mom’s assistant, and felt a glimmer of hope once again. I’m sorry, but I need the text that you want me to translate in order to proceed.
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