“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 his

did you

deepened, her expression

“I couldn’t get through to

Tyshawn’s heart sank.

Bryson…” he began, but Makenna cut

meddling in this matter at

eyes were filled

was all caused

he

bodyguards, trying to break free, but they pinned him against the wall, their grip

words as

my son’s fault? Doesn’t Melina share any of the

sharp, piercing the

from the people on the same floor,

you

commanding voice cut through the commotion, silencing

from the ward,

she shut the door

you going to explain today’s incident to me? My daughter is innocent and pure, and now

will

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