Chapter twenty-eight

Dario and Bruce stayed in Maria’s room and watched a series of doctors come and do their thing. But, still no progress was made.

Dario hadn’t been able to sleep a wink these past few days. He had also struggled taking Bruce’s advice; suppress his anger and focus on restoring Maria’s health for now. He spent these days struggling to restrain himself from acting based solely on his emotions, as every doctor also came and went without making any progress.

The distinct sound from Dario’s phone broke the eerie silence. Dario picked his phone to check who was calling, but it was an unknown number.

Dario ignored the call, but the caller wouldn’t stop calling.

“Hello! Who’s this please?” Dario said, his voice laced with irritation.

“Hey my son!… ”

My son?

“…It’s me, Lord Wilson!”

“Oh Good day sir! How have you been?”

“I’ve been good. I hope you’ve been good as well. If you don’t mind, I’d like to see you at the Cellar now. There’s something very important I need to give to you,”

“Alright, I