Cillian’s eyes were wild with fury. “You bastard! You really are cold-blooded and ruthless to the core! You’re trying to use this nursing home to kill me! I swear, I’ll rip you apart with my bare hands!”

With a roar, Cillian swung a fist and slammed it into Mason’s face, catching him right at the corner of his eye. Blood instantly began to trickle down, and Mason’s eye swelled with bruising.

Yet, to Cillian’s shock, Mason did not even flinch. Instead, he chuckled darkly, almost pleased.

“Well, well… seems your condition is worse than we thought. You can’t even recognize your own son anymore. Looks like electroshock therapy really is necessary. Thank goodness for electroshock, am I right?”

Cillian’s expression froze as he realized that he had walked right into a trap. He thrashed and shouted, but no one answered him.

Outside the isolation room, Mason covered his eye and sighed repeatedly. “Dr. Morris and all the supervisors, please immediately arrange treatments for my father and proceed with electroshock therapy! I never expected his condition to deteriorate to this extent. He can’t even recognize me, his own son, and attacks me on sight.”

Randy and the nursing home staff were shocked to see this. “What? Mr. Cillian can’t even recognize you? This is terrible! It shows that his condition is beyond hope! Make arrangements for immediate treatment!”

A few minutes later, Cillian was bound and wheeled into the nursing home’s treatment room. He was then strapped to a steel chair, stripped naked, and covered with wires throughout his body.

Once the family member signed the consent forms, the nursing home specialists immediately began electroshock therapy. The electric current surging through his body brought such agony that Cillian screamed out loud.

His screams soon turned into high-pitched shrieks, like an animal being abused. By the end of the ‘treatment’, his eyes bulged unnaturally, and his body twitched violently in the chair until he fell completely limp, barely alive.

Outside the room, Mason stood still, expressionless, waiting in silence.

Hours later, the medical staff emerged. The lead doctor said, “I’m sorry, but we’ve done all we can. The treatment failed, and Mr. Cillian may never return to a normal state again.”

The care team was visibly disappointed.

Mason smiled dryly. “The Ulrich family appreciates all your efforts. We know you did everything possible.”

Then, he instructed his attractive secretary to donate a million dollars to the nursing home, handling everything very thoughtfully.

After leaving the nursing home, Mason’s face still showed no emotion. Only when the car door opened and he got inside did he begin laughing loudly.

“That old bastard is finally finished, finished!”

Alyssa, the caregiver who had been taking care of Cillian, was already waiting in the car.

“Mr. Ulrich!” she said to Mason with utmost respect, even with a seductive charm on her face, hoping for Mason’s favor.

Looking at Alyssa, Mason was very pleased and nodded approvingly. “Good, you did an excellent job! Continue staying at the nursing home to take care of my father. Remember, you must take care of him meticulously without the slightest mistake. Give me at most one more week. Make sure the old family head passes away very peacefully. Do you understand?"

Alyssa smiled alluringly. “Understood!”

Mason gave a lecherous laugh and unzipped his pants. Without needing any instructions, Alyssa automatically leaned over and got to work.