Mr. Lawson stood before him with his hands clenched into a fist. Aside from Mr Lawson's rigid face and clenched fists, his body posture was relaxed. He stood on one foot, the other was still resting on the wheelchair footplate as he latched on its armrest.
"You asshole! You f*cking scumbag!” The man cussed at Mr. Lawson. "You've broken my f*cking nose!"
He observed his shirt, the persistent blood ran down his neck as he ducked his head. The dripping blood drew an ugly red map on his shirt and from the way it kept dripping down his chin, it looked like its mission was to paint the whole shirt red.
"Look at my shirt!" He frowned. "Do you know how much it cost me? You are going to pay for this Lawson. I'm calling my attorney right now! I will sue you for this, you hear me?" He poked a fi
