Geoffrey clenched his teeth at the mention of his leg, his eyes filled with bitterness. “It’s no wonder Uncle Nelson chose you as his heir. You two have similarities.”

Cristofer continued, “So, how did you harm my arm? I want you to recreate the injury.”

Geoffrey raised an eyebrow and smirked, “Are you absolutely certain about this request?”

“Yes.”

“Aren’t you concerned about the possibility of becoming disabled yourself? It took Uncle Nelson considerable effort to restore your arm to its current state. If your arm is seriously injured again, I fear you won’t be as fortunate as before,” Geoffrey cautioned.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m prepared to endure the consequences,”...