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    Damon looked down at Cyrus and spoke slowly. “Cyrus, you were the one who found the doctor to hypnotize me five years ago, weren’t you?”


    Cyrus stiffened, disbelief flooding his face as he met Damon’s gaze. He looked shocked and fearful as he stuttered, “Y–You… regained your memory?”


    How could this be possible? Maverick Herbert had left the day after Damon rejected Richard. How could


    Damon have found him?


    Even if he had, there was no way Maverick could have restored Damon’s memory…


    “I have to thank my dear nephew for that. If he hadn’t sent someone to kidnap N, I wouldn’t have fallen from the mountain trying to save her and hit my head, triggering all my memories,” Damon said.


    His expression was calm, but Cyrus could sense the tumultuous emotions swirling beneath that calm facade.


    He gritted his teeth. “Yes… I did find the doctor who hypnotized you, but I did it for your own good…”


    “For my own good?” Damon chuckled softly, but the smile sent chills down Cyrus‘ spine.


    “Do you think I’m a fool? Were you really doing it for my sake, or was it to get the Sumner Group?” Damon


    asked.


    Cyrus‘ lips moved, as if he wanted to speak, while his heart sank.


    Damon knew all of his hidden motives and his true purpose. No matter how he tried to argue, it would only make him seem more ridiculous.


    “I didn’t believe I had wronged your family before lost my memory.


    “Yes, I was with N, but that was after rk cheated. I started dating her only after their divorce. So, I haven’t done anything wrong to rk either,” Damon said.


    “There’s your plot from five years ago, and now rk’s abduction of N and Buddy. Do you really think! should let rk go?” he asked.


    Cyrus felt as if the ground had suddenly been pulled from beneath him, causing him to copse.


    He finally understood what despair meant, realizing that what Damon said indicated his stance–he would not spare rk.


    “I <i>know </i>it’s pointless to say anything now. We have wronged you. I’ll give my life to atone for rk’s actions. Just, for the sake of him being your nephew, please let him go. This is myst wish as your elder brother,” Cyrus pleaded.


    He then stood up, pushed Cindy aside, and rushed toward the window.


    Cindy, startled, fell to the floor. “Cyrus!”


    Damon’s expression didn’t change. He didn’t even blink


    Just as Cyrus was about to <b>leap </b>out the window, Damon’s icy voice halted him. “Unfortunately, I’m not a Sumner. Even if you jump, I won’t spare rk.”


    Cyrus froze mid–action, copsing onto the floor. His face was etched with despair and pain.


    He now understood why those who opposed Damon in the business world either vanished without a trace or kept their distance.


    Even murder required bloodshed, but Damon could strike at the heart, leaving one feeling even more hopeless after experiencing despair.


    He looked at Damon, realizing he had never truly understood his younger brother.


    “When did you find out?” he asked.


    Damon replied, “I could pull up the surveince footage from the Summer residence’s living room. What do you think?”


    Cyrus turned abruptly to Cindy, whoy on the floor, pale and trembling.


    Anger surged within him as heshed out, “Cindy! Aren’t you the perfect wife! rk’s dearest mother, huh?!<b>” </b>


    If she hadn’t mentioned it in the living room that day, Damon might never have known, and rk might have been spared out of consideration for being his nephew.