Adler Serenity Hospital in Stellan.
The sound of things being smashed and angry curses erupted from a luxury VIP room.
Milo Monahan sat on the hospital bed, his face twisted into a monstrous sneer. One hand clutched his chest while the other pointed at a bodyguard. "Go! Go and drag Iris Dalton here for me right now!"
A dozen or so torn photographs were scattered across the floor, along with a shattered teacup.
Tea splashed from the cup had soaked the photos, making the bright smile of the girl in them seem all the more glaring.
Iris Dalton—
Milo Monahan's face was pale and livid. His rage aggravated the injury to his ribs, and the pain caused a layer of cold sweat to break out on his forehead.
The bodyguards at the door didn't move. Instead, they had a janitor come in to clean up the photos and spilled tea from the floor.
Milo Monahan was seething with uncontrollable rage.
He was confined to this hospital bed, unable to move, like a useless invalid.
