In the hospital room...
"You have some nerve to lie through your teeth," Patrick Davis knitted his brows. If Jerlina saw him now, she wouldn't believe this is her gentle uncle Pat.
"Haha... were you offended?" Alexander Volkonsky chuckled and seated himself on the bench.
Patrick rolled his eyes and Rebecca held his hand with a smile. Seeing her beautiful smile, Patrick calmed down.
"I asked for your assistance four months back," Patrick complained.
Alexander sighed. "I had bypass surgery and-"
"Liar!" Patrick interjected. "There was no news about that!"
"Oi, dimwit! When a company is worth billions, they won't announce the health scares of the founder unless they want the stocks to crash," he snorted.
"So you can't decide anything for yourself and your board members will be making the decisions about your life," Patrick smirked. " That is some life you are leading... Do you have autonomy over anything?"
