"You have tried handling this your way and you failed miserably. We almost lost you to that psychopath. Do you really care how your actions affect either of us?" Peter had asked, his gaze on Evans' leg that had been shot.
"Okay, do whatever you want but please leave me alone for a while," Evans said in a breaking voice and his family members exchanged looks of concern before deciding to give him the space he needed.
He had cried, his tears almost filling a river. He looked at his bandaged leg and loathed himself, silently asking himself how he would have survived had he lost another leg.
Seeing the sad emotions on Evans' face, Claire called him and brought him back to the present.
"It was fucking confidential. Why did they tell everyone about it?" He asked Claire in a high voice.
He pictured how people must have laughed at how foolish he was to have sent company money to someone he only met on the internet.
