After Jasper left, Fabian’s furious roars came from the hospital room.
“Damn it!”
Fabian grabbed a vase from the side of the bed and smashed it against the television that was hanging on the wall opposite the bed. With a loud crash, the vase and the television both broke.
At this moment, Waterson struggled to get up from the puddle of blood on the floor. He lowered his head and said to Fabian, “Mr. Fabian, it’s my fault.”
Even though Fabian was furious, he hated that he could not kick this useless old thing to death. After he took a deep breath and suppressed the impatience and anger in his heart, he flashed a stiff smile.
Then, he said, “That punk is so wily and mischievous. He has someone powerful with him too, so how can I blame you, Waterson? You’re so badly injured. Let me ask the doctor to come look at you. You have to recuperate now.”
Anyone would be touched if they were cared for and not criticized after a serious failure.
After Waterson heard that, he was even more remorseful. He said, “Thank you for your forgiveness, Mr. Fabian.”
‘What a good-for-nothing!’
After Fabian cursed in his heart, he said faintly, “Waterson, you’ve worked in the Atticus family for so many years. Even if weren’t able to contribute this time, you’ve worked hard for us. Therefore, this small failure means nothing. Jasper will surely regret this in the future. Waterson, you should go get someone to take a look at your wounds.”
After he watched Waterson walking away with a limp, Fabian murmured coldly. “If I didn’t feel that you’re useful to the family, you won’t be able to suppress my anger even if you died a hundred times.”
After a while, Fabian picked up the phone and called a number.
“Father, it’s me. Jasper came over just now.”
There was silence on the other end of the phone.
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