Jack's expression turned sharp.
Logan had been adopted by the Carter family as a child—but their intentions had never been pure.
To them, he was nothing more than a walking blood bank.
Everyone in the Main Carter bloodline carried a hereditary illness—from Old Mr. Carter down to Jacob. Jacob's condition was especially severe.
Back then, Logan was Jacob's personal blood supply.
Whenever that golden-boy heir fell ill, Logan—the orphan they'd "taken in"—was bled without mercy.
He was just a kid, passing out from blood loss, and the Carter family didn't care in the slightest.
As long as their precious heir stayed alive, Logan's well-being was irrelevant.
It continued like that until Logan finally broke away from them.
But now, over a decade later, the Carters still dared to come knocking?
They must be out of their damn minds.
"Sir, should I send a warning to the Carter family?" Jack asked, voice low.
