Refusing to let the situation be swept away, I immediately ordered Officer Miller to summon an ambulance and requested an independent investigation by a detective, completely ignoring Courtney and her protests that my father was faking his distress. I rode with my father to Riverton Memorial
Hospital, where an emergency room physician named Doctor Palmer conducted a comprehensive medical assessment revealing extensive soft tissue trauma across his lower body. As my father rested in the
hospital bed, weeping over the betrayal by a son he had always supported, he confessed a crucial detail about his recent cognitive struggles. He explained that for several weeks, Brandon had been giving him strange daily tablets under the guise of memory vitamins, which caused him to experience severe mental fog, dizziness, and extreme fatigue. My father eventually realized these tablets were harming him and hid the remaining supply inside an empty metal can in his garden shed, which prompted his abusers to escalate their aggression when they noticed the missing bottle. I was deeply relieved when Doctor Palmer confirmed that preliminary medical tests showed high levels of unauthorized sedatives in the system of my father, proving his mental decline was entirely artificial.
