Chapter 36: Impotence

"All right. I'll have my men take care of the trees. Regarding the spiritual brush and cinnabar rosary, I'll help you find them. I know Abbot Erasmus of Lagrange Monastery well and will ask for his assistance," Walter offered.

Jared nodded. "Thank you, Mr. Grange. It's getting late; I should go."

Checking his watch, Jared realized it was almost noon. "Mr. Chance, would you care to have lunch here? I'll have someone prepare it immediately," Walter nervously invited, his admiration for Jared fueling his attempt to ingratiate himself.

Jared nodded. "I hope I'm not imposing."

"Not at all," Walter replied, elated. He immediately ordered his servants to prepare a meal.

Meanwhile, at Horington Hospital, Leyton's arm was in a sling, Sandy at his side.

"Damn Jared! I'll kill him when I recover!" Leyton bellowed. Jared had broken his arm, disrupted his wedding, and made the Scott family the laughingstock of Horington. Leyton wouldn't tolerate this.

Sandy peeled an orange. "Ley, don't be angry. I told Warrick to hire professional fighters to teach Jared a lesson. He'll be beaten to a pulp."

"If the Sullivan family hadn't interfered, he'd be dead!" Leyton's eyes gleamed coldly. He snatched the orange and ate it.

Sandy's phone rang. Her expression changed drastically before she hung up.

"Who was it?" Leyton asked.

"Warrick. He said Jared beat them up—and broke his arm!" Sandy frowned. "What did he learn in prison? How did he become such a good fighter?"

Leyton spat, "Those useless scum! I'll have to do it myself!" His rage intensified. He grabbed Sandy, tore off her clothes, and attempted to have sex with her.

"Ah… Ley!" Sandy screamed, mortified.

Leyton, consumed by rage, found he couldn't perform sexually. Panic seized him. "Can my broken arm affect… this?"

Sandy whispered, "L-Ley, are you too nervous?"

"Nervous? Get in position…"

He tried again, unsuccessfully.

Yoel entered. Seeing his son and Sandy, he blushed and coughed. They were startled. Sandy quickly redressed.

Yoel admonished Leyton, "This is ridiculous! With your arm broken…"

Leyton, head hung low but eyes burning with rage, said, "Dad, I want Jared dead!" He blamed his impotence on Jared, assuming it was connected to his broken arm. In truth, Jared was responsible, but not for the broken arm. He had crippled Leyton at the Gibson residence.

Yoel said, "Stay out of it, focus on your recovery. Since Tommy didn't act, I'll investigate Jared's backing." Yoel was furious but controlled, aware of the reason for Tommy's inaction.

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