"That bastard is quite cunning. Since you won't tell me Jonathan's whereabouts, don't blame me," Weston said, his eyes flashing with a cold light as he picked up the phone on his desk and dialed a number.
Five seconds later, the call connected, and a commanding male voice came through. "Who is this?"
"Mr. Blaine, this is Weston!" Weston said, leaning slightly forward and speaking respectfully.
There was a brief silence on the other end before Nicolas replied coolly, "You're Mr. Gray?"
"Yes, yes, I'm Weston Gray," he said, somewhat taken aback.
Nicolas continued in a detached tone, "Do you have something to discuss?"
Weston explained, "Well, Mr. Blaine, there's a doctor in the internal medicine department at Riverheim Hospital who insists on treating your father today, and I can't sto
