CHAPTER FIFTY SEVEN
DON'T GO
"Tell you? Do I need your permission before coming back to Paris, my country and even my law firm?" The old man asked. He had a walking stick in his right hand. He looked very good for his age with streaks of white hair all over.
"You mean my law firm. Remember, you gave it to me when you thought you would die." Gray said and his old man shook his head before sitting down.
"You forgot to even tell me to sit." He said. Gray resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
"Oh, sorry dad. By the way, how was the kidney transplant?"Gray asked
"Obviously, it went well and the transplant was like three weeks ago. You did not expect me to not come back home, did you?"
"Of course not, you are welcome back dad. But you should have told me, I would have had the maids clean u
