Chapter 1989

Surely there was no way that Frank was here to celebrate Carlo Group taking over Zamri Hospital, was there? Hence, the private room quickly turned awkwardly silent. Bang! Eventually, Carlo slammed his fist on the table, breaking the silence and causing all the tableware to shake. "What the hell is this, Fredo?!" he bellowed. Seeing his father's murderous glare, Fredo looked like he could cry. "Dad… L-Let's just go back to the midlands!" "What?!" Carlo almost blew a fuse at his son's groveling and pointed at him as he huffed, "You piece of shit! I dare you to say it again!" "Dad, I just want to survive! Let's just leave already!" Fredo sobbed so loudly everyone in the room could hear him, even as he dropped to his knees in front of the table despite his father's furious glare. "M-Mr. Lawrence… He's beyond us… H-He…" However, Fredo was stuttering so badly that he just could not finish his own sentence. "You piece of shit!" Carlo snapped again, and looked around before picking