Zane still wanted to argue, but Mr. Cromwell was so furious that he could hardly breathe.
The moment someone tried to help him, he started coughing violently.
Zane had never intended to push his father to this extent—he only wanted to reason with him.
But then, Mr. Cromwell coughed up a mouthful of blood.
The dark red stain splattered onto Zane’s shirt.
He panicked.
“Dad! What’s wrong?! Dad!”
“Leave.” Mr. Cromwell gasped for air.
Just then, Secretary Frank rushed in.
“Mr. Cromwell! It’s a call from Miss Amelia! She’s already on the New York-Frank Expressway—she’ll arrive in the city by this afternoon! Would you like to—Mr. Cromwell?!”
The excitement on Secretary Frank’s face instantly vanished when he saw Mr. Cromwell’s condition.
His voice turned frantic.
Mr. Cromwell barely m
