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lan was just about to head inside when Stanley came rushing over like a whirlwind, “Wait.”

Ian raised an eyebrow, feeling puzzled.

Ben glanced over.

“What are you doing here?” Ian had never liked Stanley, so his tone was anything but friendly.

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“Wow, hasn’t it been ages since we hung out? I almost started missing you.” Stanley forced a grin, masking his disgust as he played nice. “You heading in to see the patient? C’mon, let’s go together.”

Ian’s lip curled in faint annoyance,

‘Couldn’t even bother to come up with a halfway decent excuse?‘ Ian thought to himself.

Stanley pressed, “Why are you just standing there? Let’s move.”

“I’m here to see the patient, not to hang out with you.” Ian shoved Stanley’s hand off his shoulder with extra force. “Just get lost.”

“Not letting me in?” Stanley asked.

Ian’s answer was crystal clear. “Nope.”

Stanley pressed, “You sure about that?”

Ian didn’t even blink. “Positive.”

Stanley clenched his jaw.

‘If Ian goes in first, he’ll definitely find a way to make Ben keep his mouth shut–threats, intimidation, even bribery. By then, even if I throw Jeffrey’s name around, Ben won’t dare spill a single word,‘ Stanley thought, anxiety gnawing at him.

“Name your price,” Stanley said, dropping the act. He knew there was no point in trying to trick Ian, so he just laid it out. “What do I have to do to get in there with you?”

Ian didn’t even blink. “Call me Dad.”

Stanley was so mad he nearly exploded. “Are you freaking serious?!”

‘Where’s my damn knife when I need it?‘ Stanley fumed, grinding his teeth.

“Whatever, forget it,” Ian said without even looking back. He turned to his bodyguards. “Keep Mr. Garcia out- make sure he doesn’t get in and disturb the patient.”

“Wait a second,” Stanley called out.

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Jan turned back to give him a look.

Stanley sucked in several deep breaths, fists clenched tight by his sides, like he was bracing for something humiliating.

through a few breaths, he finally choked out the word, resentment

Stanley fumed inwardly, barely

Jeffrey, I’m really getting screwed over!‘

someday I’ll make lan call me Grandpa, Stanley vowed, silently clenching

can’t hear you,” Ian said, scratching his car in

found it even harder to

an eyebrow, playing dumb.

Stanley bit out, “Dad!”

him, “That’s so quiet–did you eat breakfast or what? Say it like

him with utter contempt.

do about it?” Ian looked utterly unconcerned. “You’re the one who needs a favor from me, not the other

in, practically yelling, “Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad!

losing

this! Good son,” Ian drawled,

the spot, already planning to get

sounding completely carefree–no guilt, not

shot up in

talking to a little kid. “A good son always listens to his dad. Stay outside like a good

you’re just gonna break your promise?” Stanley bit out, losing whatever chill

are you gonna do about it? I’m not Jeffrey–I don’t have to keep every promise I make.” Ian tossed the words

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info?”

then it hit

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coming,‘ Stanley thought, a wave of

shameless jerk–there was no way he’d just let Stanley get the info he wanted, no matter what

Jeffrey, Stanley had gotten used to people actually keeping

me!‘ Stanley thought,

headed toward the patient room.

bodyguards replied together,

about it. He tried to talk to Ben, but since Ian was the one paying all the hospital bills,

SO.

could get in,

Ben were working at one of the Hanson Group’s private hospitals, Stanley could’ve gotten any info

from a quiet pavilion in the hospital. “Ian’s got this place locked down tight. I’ll wait until he’s gone and then try to get something

already

in his mind, words on the tip of

barely looking up

his stubborn sense of promise, but in

scar buried deep

his own prison walls–and

it wouldn’t make a difference to Jeffrey. If anything, it would just bring up old

tomorrow afternoon or evening, reach out to

have an event

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Jeffrey replied, “Yeah.”

all over his face. “You haven’t recovered

quietly, “Don’t

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