We rushed into the hospital room where George lay, his eyes closed, disconnected from the tubes, lifeless. The doctor and Alexander stood beside him. I glanced at Carlton, whose expression remained the same- no shock, anger, sadness, or agony.
"What happened, Adam? You said he was fine, and that he just needed rest," Carlton asked the doctor.
Before Adam could respond, Alexander interrupted, his tears falling. "Why are you here? You must be happy he's dead." He said between sobs.
Carlton's brows furrowed as he turned to Alexander. "What?"
Alexander's eyes welled up again. "Don't be a nuisance till the end, Carlton. You have no right to be here, no right to ask questions. Leave, or do you want us to cause a scene in front of Father?"
Carlton's jaw clenched, and he stormed out. I follow
