Chapter 17 Morgan burst into loud laughter: "I had them beat her, tear her clothes, and wanted to record a video of her to play at your wedding..." "But what a pity, even with a broken leg, she still managed to jump straight off the cliff, ruining my plan." Morgan had been captured abroad by Theodore's men and brought back. He had planned everything meticulously; as long as he could escape America, no one would be able to harm him... But he never expected that Theodore would go mad over a woman he was supposed to marry, mobilizing all his re- sources to bring him back. He even went so far as to orchestrate a massive car accident, forcing him to a stop and dragging him back to the coun- try. Any time he struggled, he would be beaten, so much so that now, his once decent-looking face was completely unrec- ognizable. Morgan was filled with hatred. Theodore had taken away his business, his fiancée, Vicente's support, and now wanted to destroy him completely. Even if he no longer had the strength to resist Theodore, being able to say a few words to stab at his heart would at least give him some satisfaction. But he didn't expect that after hearing these words, Theodore would turn to look at him. Though Theodore's face showed neither joy nor sorrow, for the first time, Morgan-who had never feared or even looked down on Theodore-showed a rare trace of fear. The next second, Theodore picked up the most intact iron rod from the ground and smashed it down hard on Morgan's leg. "Crack!" "Ah-!" Morgan let out an inhuman scream; his left calf, struck, twisted grotesquely, blood pouring out. With another blow, Morgan's right leg was broken, then his left arm, right arm, and even his spine were shattered. It wasn't until the rod in Theodore's hand snapped from the force, his own palm rubbed raw and bleeding, that he fi- nally stopped. Throughout the entire process, Theodore's expression remained extremely calm, his gaze never wavering. 0.0 % 09:44 Ų་་་་་་་་ By the end, Morgan was nothing but a heap of broken flesh, barely breathing, the once cynical look in his eyes re- placed only by terror. Theodore looked at him coldly: "For the sake of my father, I actually once considered sparing your life." "But now, you gave up your own life. You have no one to blame but yourself." Theodore called Katherine, and sure enough, it was Morgan's phone that rang this time. So on the day of the wedding, the person who imitated Katherine's voice in the audio message was actually Morgan, setting up his escape! He bent down to pick up Morgan's phone, took out Katherine's SIM card, and put it into his own phone. He announced coldly: "Send him to the Bagnall's manor. Let my father have a good look at his favorite son." Amid Morgan's inhuman screams, he was taken away directly by Theodore's bodyguards. Derek and the others had long been so frightened by the scene before them that they didn't dare make a sound. Because of his heart condition, Theodore had hidden his true emotions since childhood. But those close to him all knew that he had a bad temper and a high bottom line-best not to cross it. But it was the first time anyone had seen him take action personally like this. Even when Isabelle was slapped by Lyndon, Theodore had calmly let his bodyguards handle it. It was clear just how important Katherine was to him. It was clear just how much Katherine's death hurt him. "Find her. Dead or alive, I want to see her. Katherine loved me so much-how could she possibly bear to leave me?" It was as if Theodore was convincing himself: "Yes, Katherine would never willingly leave me. She will definitely survive and wait for me to marry her." 09:44 53.6 %