Jason let out a sharp, disbelieving laugh. The thought of this man calling himself family was absurd. What kind of twisted family was Miguel imagining? It was utterly ridiculous.

“Save me that talk about kinship. The Evans family doesn’t share blood with monsters,” Jason shot back.

“You!”

Miguel’s expression twisted with fury. Ever since betraying the Griffiths family and building his own empire, no one had dared insult him to his face. Yet here was Jason, throwing his pride into the dirt.

Grinding his teeth, Miguel sneered,

“Don’t get cocky just because I praised you. You’ve got strength, I’ll admit that. But against me, your fate is sealed.”

A wicked grin tugged at his lips.

“Even Seth had to concede defeat to me. If you don’t want to die young, step aside.”

Jason’s eyes darkened with thought. He was Seth’s protégé—the successor of Moonveil, the organization Seth had built from the ground up—yet he knew almost nothing about his mentor’s past. Like Donovan, the founder of Star Society, Seth had always been a mystery.

But Miguel’s words hinted at something deeper, something that tied Seth and Donovan to Delta… maybe even to the Griffiths family.

Still, this wasn’t the time to unravel Seth’s past. Right now, Miguel had to be stopped from getting into that operating room.

Jason’s voice was cold and sharp.

“There’s no reasoning with a beast. You only know how to attack. But let’s see if you can actually bite.”

Calling Miguel a “beast” was no accident—it was meant to sting. Miguel’s rage flared. His chest rose and fell sharply, his face a storm of fury.

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“Fine. You’ve made your choice. I’ll make sure you regret it—in hell!” he hissed.

Miguel strode toward Jason, eyes glinting like blades, his presence soaked in killing intent.

Jason stood his ground. The moment Miguel lunged, the air exploded between them. Fists clashed, feet struck, the hallway becoming a blur of violent motion.

Within seconds, their men joined in, and chaos erupted. The sounds of impact, groans, and shattering glass filled the corridor, echoing through the operating room doors.

Inside, the medical staff froze in fear.

“Stay calm!” Paulina’s sharp voice cut through the panic. “Focus on your work! The Evans family will handle this.”

The weight of that name steadied the medical staff. Reassured, they took a breath and returned to their tasks.

Paulina hurried to Elliana’s side. “What should we do?” she asked in a whisper.

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