The yacht settled into an eerie stillness, broken only by Isaac's continued agony.
Pain coursed through him as he watched Ivan methodically extract the bullet and stem the bleeding with unsettling composure. With each passing moment, Isaac's resentment intensified.
"Why does he look so unaffected by my suffering? Is he enjoying this twisted satisfaction of seeing me broken?" Isaac's thoughts spiraled darker with each throb of pain. His glare at Ivan turned ice-cold.
Ivan felt the malicious stare boring into him as he completed the final disinfection and wound dressing. A weary smile crossed his lips.
"If becoming the next Hugh family heir still matters to you, drop the petty resentment," he said quietly. "Envying me serves no purpose. I've told you repeatedly—I have zero interest in leading this family."
Isaac's silence spoke volumes. His brother's words fell on deaf ears.
