"You bastard, there's still the most crucial point left to be negotiated, and you just ran off? Leaving me and Isaias behind? You have ten minutes to show up, or else..."
"I got it!" Robert Thomson hung up the phone irritably. Coming here today, he didn't actually intend to barge in and meet Thomas Smith right away. He just wanted... to catch a glimpse of him from afar.
Anyway, if the news came tomorrow, he'd naturally take the paternity test and confront them at their doorstep!
Thinking about this, he glanced at Dylan King, who still had a splitting headache on the side: "Emma is my woman, if you dare to show any interest in her again, I'll make sure your hand will never hold a scalpel again!"
Having said that, he lifted his foot and left arrogantly without any hesitation!
Dylan King was left there with a splitting headache! What on earth? What had happened in those three years he had lost?
