Chapter one hundred and forty three

He would not rest until he had reclaimed his honor until he had made Rhys pay for his defeat. With a little bit of effort, the man pushed himself up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He gritted his teeth against the pain, his vision blurring for a moment before he steadied himself.

He took a step forward, and then another, his movements slow and deliberate. He would not be defeated. He would rise again, stronger and more ruthless than ever before.

And Rhys would be the first to fall.

The man’s eyes locked onto a door across the room, his gaze burning with intensity. He knew that beyond that door lay his destiny, his chance for redemption. With a snarl, he launched himself forward, driven by a malevolent force that would not be denied.

As he stumbled forward, the man’s vision began to blur, his head spinning with a mix of pain and rage. He grasped the doorframe, holding himself upright as he gazed out into the hallway. The hospital corridor stretched out before him, a long,