The Fallen Son-In-Law's Retaliation

Damian was stunned and at a loss for words, while Ava approached Carson who was still on the ground. "Carson, are you okay?""I'm fine. It was a surprise attack, so I wasn't able to retaliate." Carson stood up, maintaining his cool. “Surprise attack? That's bullshit." Damian laughed sardonically, his gaze not leaving Ava. “If you’re gonna cheat on me, you should have chosen a decent man instead.”“What did you say? Are you telling me I'm not a decent man, you fucking shithead?" Carson pushed Damian on the shoulder, making him stumble, but failed.Damian smirked coldly as he removed Carson's hand. "Your words, not mine.”"You freaking bastard!"Carson was about to attack Damian, but Ava immediately held onto his arm, stopping him. "There are so many people watching. Don't ruin our engagement just because of this!”"Engagement? Ava, what the fuck?" Damian raised an eyebrow, confused. "How could you be engaged with another man if we're married?""Married?" It was Carson’s turn to be con

“Young master?” Damian laughed, and grimaced again after. “Rich families' heirs are called young masters, isn't it?” “Yes, young master. It's a way of showing respect to the next heir," He answered while still bowing. The excitement and relief were evident in his tone.“But I’m not rich. So you can stop bowing now.”The man obliged, his smile unwavering. Although Damian was denying his wealth, his exuding aura still screams dominance and authority—like his master."My name is Leo, and I’m your father’s right-hand man.” Leo helped Damian to stand up. “I and your father have been looking for you for a long time.”Hearing the word 'father,' Damian was now certain that the man mistook him for someone else, just like Ava. "Thank you for helping me, but I’m not the one you’re looking for. I’m an orphan, and my parents died a long time ago. I don't have a father.""I know everything is hard to understand now, but you're the one we're looking for, young master Damian Giovanni Smith..." Leo t

"WHAT ARE you doing here, you freak?” Carson asked, his brows furrowing. He was talking earlier to an employee about his appointment, so he didn't expect to see Damian. “I asked you a question first. Are you here to treat your wound because of my punch?” Damian raised a brow. “Hah! What wound are you talking about?” Carson laughed condescendingly. “You really thought you could hurt me because of that weak punch? You even call a punch?” “That weak punch you’re telling me now is the same punch that made your nose bleed. Did you forget? Or did I accidentally hit your head, too?” Damian pointed at his forehead, pissing Carson. Carson grabbed Damian on the collar, his teeth gritting. “Who the fuck do you think you are to treat me like this? Do you even know who I am?" “Of course. We both know who you are.” Damian held Carson’s wrist and twisted it—Strong enough to make Carson groan in pain, but light enough not to break his bones. “You’re someone who took Ava away from me.” He doesn’t

“What? A man like him is Doctor Raine's VIP?” “You've got to be kidding me! I can't even set an appointment no matter how much I pay!" Suddenly, the hallway was filled with buzzes, and all of them were talking about Damian. The jealousy was evident in their expressions. “Wait. Are you saying that this man is the VIP and not me?” Carson asked, his brows furrowing. “I am Carson Ferremento, the heir of the Ferremento family. Are you even sure you got the right name?” “Yes, Sir. The VIP's name written here is Damian Giovanni Smith.” Jennica looked at the document again to confirm, then to Damian after. “Is it you, Sir?” “Yes. It's me.” “This could be a mistake,” Carson said, shaking his head in disbelief. “Maybe he was on the list of people banned from the hospital, and you just mistook him as a VIP.” “No, Sir. This document containing Sir Damian's identity came from the higher-ups a few minutes ago," Jennica replied. “It can't be,” Carson muttered, his veins almost showing on his

“What? I-I am banned from the hospital?" Carson blinked twice in shock. "Who gave you that stupid instruction?! Do all of you hit your heads and forget who I am?!” “We don’t forget who you are, Sir. Your family is one of the top contributors in the hospital,” Melvin answered politely, still his head lowered, the same as his people. “Your family donated buildings and hundreds of thousands of money for the hospital’s expansions and investments.” “If you know that, then why are you doing this to me, huh?” Carson pulled Melvin on the collar and slapped him. “Why are you humiliating my family in front of a fucking beggar?!” “He’s not the one humiliating your family,” Damian suddenly spoke, which made Carson stop assaulting Melvin. “You’re the one humiliating yourself, and you’re bringing the Ferremento family with you.” ‘And you’re dragging me into humiliation, too,’ Damian added to his thoughts. The fact that Carson and him are blood-related sent shivers down Damian’s spine. Not becau