Meanwhile.
Gerald laid unconscious in the hospital without any improvement in his health condition.
"He's been lying down like this for almost a month. There's still no improvement in his condition..."
"We're doing our best sir..."
"You've been doing your best all this while. For how long will you do your best before my father will get better?"
"We promise you that he'll wake up sooner than you think..."
"You've been saying that same thing since the fucking day we brought him here. 'Sooner than I think' is never coming."
Adriana stood at the side watching her brother scream at the doctor non stop. She couldn't interfere cause she would hate to be the one on the receiving end of her brother's anger.
'Why the fuck is he screaming like a mad dog when he has been hoping daily that father will just slump and die? Isn't he the one that has been looking forward to inheriting everything?' Adriana said inwardly in disdain.
