DANTE ROMANO'S POV:
He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he lifted his gaze to meet mine.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Romano. But as your personal doctor who have been treating you for years now, I needed to go through some old files of yours, you see," he spoke professionally with an edge of fear in his voice.
"I need to be sure of what I'm thinking or about to say before passing down any news to you," My brows furrowed at him as he explained.
"What are you thinking and how is that any of my damn business?" I snapped, clenching my jaw and fists to hold back myself.
"It is, Mr. Roma—"
My fists landed hard on his desk before he could complete his sentence and he jolted, dressing his seat back immediately in fear when the hit left a c***k on his table.
My voice was hard, refle
