Isaac leaned towards him, trampling over his self-esteem.

"Look at your pathetic state. You can't even protect your woman. She suffers due to your incompetence. What sort of man are you? Even a beggar has more courage than you!"

“Hmm, want a piece of this?" Travis extended the rope in his hand towards Isaac, appearing moronic.

Isaac squinted his eyes and declared, "I don't believe someone can suddenly go crazy like that."

Travis laughed.

"You're the mad one. Not me!"

Alick said to his boss in a hushed voice, "We can't keep Travis confined here indefinitely. We must find a new location for him."

Isaac exhaled deeply, finding it astonishing that Travis could still retain his composure.

Travis didn't lose his temper.

Seemed like his confinement in the hospital was somewhat beneficial after all.

At the very least, it enhanced his endurance and patience.

“Forget it. Didn't my grandfather ask me to release him? Then I'1L set him free," Isaac declared.

Immediately, Alick caught on to Isaac's intent. Playing along, he suggested, "Mr. Johnston, you're right. It's a futile expenditure of our manpower and resources to imprison him here. What if we cripple his legs and hands, and sever his tongue before setting him free?

He'll be rendered incapable of speaking or writing, and unable to cause harm. Releasing such a handicapped man into your grandfather's care, we wouldn't need to fear any backstabbing."

“Sounds Like a good idea," Isaac responded with a smile.

"Proceed as you proposed."

Travis was willing to endure all insults and humiliations for a glimmer of hope towards survival and freedom.

However, he couldn't stomach the prospect of becoming disabled!

What was the point of living like that?

“Isaac!"