My Wife Cripple Me, I Went on a Killing Spree

When the caregiver came to clean me up, Matthew showed no intention of stepping out. Instead, he casually sat nearby, scrolling through his phone as if nothing was happening.

Then, in an offhand manner, he said, “Davis, I heard from the doctor that a large part of your rectum was removed. That must be tough, huh? But what’s even worse is losing your manhood. Don’t let it get to you, though. At least you already have a son.”

At this moment, Matthew must have been feeling quite triumphant.

After all, I had unknowingly raised his son for so many years. And on top of that, I had even “donated” a part of myself to him.

Too bad for him, he was celebrating too soon.

The moment the three of them walked out, I struggled to signal the nurse. “Help me make a call.”

"Hello, Dad? I’ve made up my mind. I’m coming home to inherit the family business!"

I was originally the heir to a top-tier, reclusive global family.

Back then, I hid my identity and fell in love with Kelly.

Later, I even gave up my inheritance willingly to marry her, choosing to live an ordinary life.

But now, I realized that this woman was never worth it.

Over the years, our vast family influence had been primarily based overseas.

In a month, once my father finished consolidating our family’s resources, he would return to hand everything over to me.

I would make sure that none of the people who had betrayed, deceived and hurt me got away easily.

That very night, I suffered a severe allergic reaction to the flowers, leading to dangerous suffocation.

As I was rushed into the emergency room, Kelly and my so-called son were nowhere to be found.

The doctor, his palms sweaty with urgency, frantically made several phone calls.

"If the family doesn’t sign for the surgery now, the patient will die!"

Fortunately, Kelly rushed in at the last second to sign the consent form.

After a life-or-death battle, I barely managed to survive.

Half-conscious, I overheard the doctor furiously scolding Kelly outside the ICU.

"As his wife, don’t you know he’s severely allergic to pollen? He’s already been through a terrible ordeal and now he had to fight for his life again because of negligence!"

My so-called son scoffed dismissively, "Well, he didn’t die, did he? Did he really have to interrupt our family dinner over this?"

Kelly sounded slightly impatient as well. "I was just trying not to turn down a visitor’s kind gesture. Besides, it’s just a pollen allergy and he could’ve just endured it. Why did I have to rush over to sign for surgery?"

Kelly was about to continue complaining, but my coughing interrupted her.

She and my so-called son anxiously pushed open the door, tears welling up in their eyes.

"Honey, it's my fault. I forgot about your pollen allergy."

My son put on a concerned face and spoke in a childish voice, "Daddy, are you still in pain? If you are, I’ll turn on the TV for you. Watching TV will make you forget the pain!"

Saying that, he pressed the remote.

Immediately, a serious news broadcast played:

"Recently, a man was assaulted by dozens of strong men while picking up his son from school. Citizens are advised to stay cautious when traveling outside…"

Kelly panicked, snatching the remote and hurriedly changing the channel.

"Davis, don't take it to heart. The image is blurred, no one knows it's you."

But the next scene showed a group of reporters gathered at the hospital entrance, live broadcasting.

Some unscrupulous media outlets are reporting: "We have now arrived at the hospital where the victim is. It is said that his rectum has necrotized and he is also incontinent. We will go take a look shortly!"

Kelly's face looked very bad and she held my hand tightly, comforting me, "I'll go downstairs right now and drive them all away!"

"Stop!"

As she turned around, I let out a cold laugh and said, "How could the media know so many details? They even found the hospital I’m at. This has caused such a big commotion and your involvement can’t be left out, can it?"