Jack Brooks had been lounging on the sofa in the corner, utterly uninterested in the Zane Family's drama. He was busy playing a mobile game, his thumbs tapping rhythmically on the screen.
Even when Charles Lewis connected the video call to Bernie Wolfe, Jack only raised an eyebrow slightly, barely glancing at the massive television screen.
But when the old man on the screen dared to call him a "Little Bastard," Jack couldn't let it slide.
"You dare call our Dean an old..."
Charles Lewis spun around, his face flushing with righteous fury. He was about to tear into Jack for disrespecting the sanctity of the King of Medicine. But the words died in his throat.
On the screen, something impossible was happening.
Bernie Wolfe, the venerable Dean, the man who carried himself with the dignity
