Although Williamson was only a County Council Leader on the surface, Durham County's location made it a transportation hub where people from all directions passed through. Long ago, he had quietly built connections with certain underground forces. Those people gave him face and had helped him deal with many troublesome matters over the years.
Yet now, in his own territory, someone had dared to beat his son half to death.
This was a slap to his face.
The moment Williamson arrived at the hospital, he had already ordered his men to rush to the scene and investigate thoroughly. He wanted to know exactly who had done this.
Not long after, Charles groaned and slowly opened his eyes. A wave of pain surged through his body, and he immediately cried out hoarsely, "It hurts… it hurts so much… Is anyone here?"
Williamson, who had been waiting anxiously at the side, rushed over at once. His voice was tense.
"Where does it hurt? Tell Daddy. Who did this to you? Do you remember them?"
