“Alright, I understand.

I’ll go see Grandpa now,” Bryson replied, heading upstairs.

Meanwhile, in the hospital, Makenna was left reeling from Bryson’s abrupt end to their call.

She wandered through the corridors, feeling utterly lost.

After completing all the necessary paperwork, she hurriedly made her way upstairs.

Just outside the ward, she saw Tyshawn.

He was a disheveled mess-his tie was missing, his suit shirt was ripped and askew, and his cheeks were swollen and bruised, evidence of multiple slaps.

Dejected, he stood there under the watchful eyes of several burly bodyguards, unable to move.

Makenna had never seen her son in such a miserable state.

Seeing the sight of him made her heart ache.

Furious and clutching the payment slip, she lunged forward.

“How dare you hit him! How can you do this?” she shouted.

She tried to reach Tyshawn, but the bodyguards blocked her path, raising their hands to stop her.

looked up, and a spark of hope flickered in his eyes when he saw

did you

deepened,

and said, “I

Tyshawn’s heart sank.

he began, but Makenna cut him off, shaking her

has no intention of meddling in this matter at

eyes were

was all

is he

break free, but they pinned him against

her words as

Doesn’t Melina share any

sharp,

attention from the people

you so

through the

from the ward, her resemblance

as she shut the door behind her

incident to me? My

will not stand

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