At Adler Serenity Hospital in Stellan.
The sound of smashing objects and angry curses echoed from a luxurious VIP ward.
Milo Monahan sat on the hospital bed, his face twisted into a ferocious scowl. Clutching his chest with one hand, he pointed a finger at his bodyguards. "Go! Go drag Iris Dalton here right now!"
More than a dozen torn photos and a shattered teacup littered the floor. Spilled tea soaked the photos, making the bright smile of the young girl captured within them look exceptionally glaring.
Iris Dalton—
Milo's face was a pale, sickly green. His outburst had strained his injured ribs, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead from the pain.
The bodyguards by the door didn't move to fulfill his order; instead, they signaled for a cleaner to come and sweep up the ruined photos and tea.
