Ha! He must be so scared that he's calling for backup! Judging by that reluctant look on his face, I bet the person he's calling won't even show up! He'll be begging for forgiveness on his knees by the time the bodyguards are done with him!
Tatum's lips curled into a smile at the thought of that.
After hanging up the phone, Donald turned toward Tatum and asked calmly, “I'm curious; how long did it take you to become a doctor?”
Tatum arched an eyebrow at him in response. “What do you mean by that?”
“I just want to know if you'd consider selling grilled skewers for a living once you're no longer a doctor.”
Sell grilled skewers? What the f*ck is this guy talking about?
“Why are you wasting your time arguing with this guy, Dr. Yardley? When will your security guards get here?
Those words had barely left Janessa's mouth when the elevator stopped on that floor with a loud ding.
Treyton Danowski then stepped out of the elevator with two of his children holding him steady.
Although he did not look very well, he was able to walk perfectly fine. He also had a lively look in his eyes, which made it obvious that he didn't have any severe illnesses.
Treyton frowned when he saw the clutter at the door and Fiona, who was sitting inside the ward.
“What is the meaning of this? Why hasn't this ward been cleared out yet?” he asked angrily.
Janessa quickly ran up to him and exclaimed with tears in her eyes, “We ran into some troublemakers, Dad! This woman refuses to leave the ward, and this man over here beat Heston up!”
“Is that so?” Treyton shifted his gaze toward Donald as he continued, “Young man, we are all responsible for our actions. You have a long way ahead of you, so I suggest you refrain from going down the wrong path.”
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