Chapter Fifty-Seven.

Declan looked around him and smiled. He was surrounded by dozens of men cutting him off from the car in which Andrew face palmed himself at his stupid son.

“Well, I will not say that this was unexpected.” Declan said without a change of expression. “If only you can see your father now, you would be surprised as to how disappointed he will be in you.”

“Can I take those as your last words to your beloved wife?” Nathan Snickered.

“Don’t worry, I would love to tell her the words myself, if you don't mind.” Declan said and lunged at the man closest to him. Nathan ordered the men to keep Declan busy while he made his way to his father.

He opened the car to see his father sipping a bottle of juice while watching Declan beating up Nathan’s men.

“Dad, you are alright.” He said breathing relief. Andrew turned to his son cursing inwardly but didn’t say a word. “Dad, answer me, are you alright? Did that fool cut off your tongue?”

Andrew stretched and punched his son out of the car. He climbed