Trent's phone rang for a while before he answered. "What's wrong with you, Joel? Why did you call me?" The old man's cold voice answered from the other end. "F-Father..." Joel stuttered, lost for words as he did not know what his father's response would be to his request. The coldness in the old man's voice had already intimidated him. "I will end the call if you don't know what to say." Trent was about to end the call abruptly when Joel spoke up. "My family and I have run into trouble, and I couldn't think of anyone who could help me out of it other than you. That is why I called." There was a moment of silence from Trent's end as Joel disclosed his plight. The next moment, a derisive smirk was heard from Trent's end. "Really, Joel? You actually think of me when you run into trouble?" Joel did not understand what his father was trying to say until the old man continued. "Did I mean anything to you? When you and your family have something important to do, am I ever

What? Joel let out an inward scream. He felt as though his ears were playing tricks on him. Had the Hudsons come to apologize to them? How believable was that? Joel was at a loss for a moment. A moment ago, he had been panicking about who could be at their doorstep so early in the morning. He was afraid it might be the attackers the Hudsons had sent to finish them off. Surprisingly, it was still the Hudsons he found at the door. But they hadn't come to cause them trouble; instead, they had come to apologize for their wrongdoing. "Y-You can come in, Mr. Hudson." Joel opened the door wide to let them enter, despite still being in shock. "Thank you for your consideration, Mr. Grey," Yul said as he dragged his son into the house. Bianca and her mother, who had been listening to the conversation between Joel and the Hudsons at the door, didn't want to believe it until they saw the two men walk into their living room with their heads bowed. "Good morning, Mrs. and Ms.

Yul and his son had just returned home wearing great, grateful smiles on their faces towards Andy. "Father! Thank you so much for saving our lives. We could have become something of the past now if not for you." Yul couldn't hold back, but thanked his father wholeheartedly. He knew that if Jason really wanted to come after the Hudson family due to his son's foolishness towards his wife, every member of the family might be in danger except for Andy. Not only was he the one who had pleaded on the foolish Kylian's behalf the other time, which made Jason spare him, but he also mentioned to him that if they ever chose to be foolish towards Jason again, he could do whatever he liked to them. That means the old man had already washed his hands of the stupidity Yul and his son might pull off in the future. So, the old man is completely safe. It was just as if Andy had known Kylian and his father might still go on to try anything stupid. He had warned them to stay off that thought, b

"Y-Yes, yes, my lord," Andy answered almost immediately. A pinch of nervousness took over him, as he didn't want to believe that what he had always dreamed of was likely to come true today. "Alright..." Jason said, and squatted to roll Andy's trousers up. His eyes meeting the old man's legs made him frown slightly. Andy's legs were looking thinner, and the skin had changed. The man explained to Jason that he wasn't having any feelings in either leg, and neither of his knees was responsive. Jason pinched different parts of the legs to examine them further, but Andy said he wasn't feeling a thing despite the contact. Jason nodded slowly and said to the man, "Would you mind if I try my best to treat you? Maybe you could work again." "G-Go ahead, my lord." Andy dared not waste time on the response. What he had been afraid to ask Jason for, he had just been offered by himself. Why would he waste time on it? Jason could notice the bit of nervousness in the man now, and the

Dr. Wesley's face frowned slightly at the question. "Mr. Tyrone, the Hand of God is really the most miraculous doctor I have ever heard about. But I'm afraid if he really can help your father due to how severe his condition is." Ah! The little hope that was about to creep into Thiago's heart vanished immediately, and the previous worried look on his face reappeared. "Dr. Wesley, are you saying even the Hand of God can cure my father? Is his condition really totally out of hand to such an extent?" The doctor sighed deeply before he responded. "I will be truthful with you, Mr. Tyrone. Based on my knowledge, your father only has just 72 hours more to live. However, if we could get the Hand of God's intervention, maybe he could extend old Mr. Tyrone's life by a few weeks, or if lucky, by a few months." Even though Thiago wasn't really happy to hear this, he still felt a bit more charged up than he was previously. What he really wished for was for his father to get completely