Stephanie nodded. “Yes… he is…” she watched him hold the gun. “He's a lunatic, Anderson. You don't have to get worked up because of a lunatic.” Anderson glanced at her. The wide look slowly fading from his face. “Did I beg him for a scholarship? Just because I was poor…imagine that nonsense?” “Yes…it's nonsense.”“You are going to pay for it, babe. For being his favourite child, you are going to pay for treating me unfairly.”“Of course, I'll. Just…just tell me what to do.”“I'mma kill you. You go meet your father wherever the fuck he is and continue being his favourite.” Stephanie felt cold. Like all her body felt like it was dead already. Death? Would she die? Does Anderson really want to kill her? “If not for your damn grandfather, I'd have completed this mission a long time ago.”“Grandfather?” Stephanie asked before she could stop herself. Anderson didn't seem to get offended by or maybe he just decided

“Like hell, this is an emergency!” “Go get your card first. Without that, we can't do anything,” another nurse said.“Card? Where should I get the card?” Stephanie asked, sweat already all over her body, but the two nurses had left.A sympathetic patient pointed at the receptionist’s desk to her.Stephanie left Cathy lying on the ground and rushed to the receptionist. “Card. I want the card.”“For VIPs, you pay a thousand dollars, for middle class, you pay five hundred dollars, for lower class, you pay ten—”“Just give me anyone,” Stephanie said impatiently.“Are you paying with cash or with a card?” “Give me the damn card first, I'll pay later. You know me, right? I'll pay ten times—”“We don't give cards on credit, ma'am. You can go ahead and search for another hospital that does that.” “Look… my sister is dying over there. Admit her first! She's losing blood!”“I'm sorr

Later in the evening, Ryan decided to go home to get some change of clothes. “I'll inform Stewart and warn him not to tell Mom because of her blood pressure,” Stephanie said.“If she asks about Cathy, you can just say she's with me.”“Alright.” Ryan went by the glass door to check on Cathy before he finally left.He inputted his passcode and opened the door to his apartment. There was a little paperwork on the table. “Welcome, man,” Landon said from the kitchen.Ryan sniffed the air. “Something smells nice.” “It might be what I'm making.”Ryan walked over to the kitchen. He sniffed the air again. “It's what you're cooking.” “How are things? Heard about the drop in stock and it doesn't sound funny.”Ryan took a spoon and tasted what was on the cooker. “It’s all Anderson's doing.”Landon glanced at him. That was when Ryan noticed the bags under Landon's eyes. “Wha