Albert Shawn laughed. It was a laugh full of mockery. His day had been filled with gloom and now it’d just gotten better. Wherever his sister had picked this moron from, he would make an example out of him.
“You dare say my father will die in three days?” His voice boomed in repressed anger. “Young man, do you wish to die so badly?”
Liam motioned to the Indian doctor who stood quietly at the corner. “Why don’t you ask your foreign doctors, Mr. Shawn? I’m guessing they must have told you but you paid deaf ears to them. If you’re so eager to let your father die—”
“Security!” Albert yelled. “Someone get the man away from here or I’m going to bash his face into the wall.”
The doctor suddenly stepped up. “Mr. Shawn, he’s actually correct.”
“What?”
“Your father’s condition is very fatal. L
