"Drake, I found Angelo," a servant shouted, running in.
Drake frowned and put the fork on the table.
"Where is he?"
There was anxiety in his voice, thinking about Angelo, who was gone a few days ago.
"He fainted at the door."
"Take me to him."
Drake followed the servant to the door and saw Angelo lying on the ground. His clothes were torn, and there was a wound on his forehead. Drake's face looked unhappy. He couldn't imagine how Angelo would come up to this state.
"Get him inside," Hale urged the servant, who answered and was about to walk up to get Angelo when Drake took one step ahead and picked Angelo up.
"Call the doctor, now!" Drake ordered.
"Yeah," replied Hale went for the doctor.
Looking at the back of Drake, Patrick widened his eyes in surprise. Was that the Drake he knew?
