Richard drove his latest Lamborghini model straight to the International General Hospital, where Dr. Carlton and Andrew were being protected. He wasted no time. Each turn of the wheel was a reflection of the cold fury driving him. For a man like him, not knowing the full truth would be like a thorn stuck in his side, an insult he could not bear.
The hospital, one of the few medical facilities under Richard's covert control, had now become a fortress. The silence at the top floor, where Dr. Carlton was being treated, contrasted with the chaos below. From the moment Richard entered, the security guards on duty recognized the boss and bowed to him in the most respectful way.
Richard didn't respond. He walked on, an aura of cold killing intent surrounding him. He only needed a fingerprint to
