Chapter 117

Third person's POV

A black mercedes park outside the small house and the owner of that car went out while the backseat door opened, and Patricia went out. She's worried after hearing that Gerald was shot, and can't stop herself from crying.

"Wipe your tears and stop crying. It's not worth it since no one's dead," the mysterious man muttered to her.

"Who are you? Why did you brought me here?" She asked while keep crying.

The man already losing his patience, and hand her a handkerchief to wipe her tears. Shortly after, that man head to the small house and it's located to the place where no one knew it exist. He open the door and was greeted by the doctor in house, his doctor who takes care of the young man.

"He survive, sir. We just need to wait until he fully recover and woke up," the doctor murmured.

"Well done, Doc. I didn't waste my trust on you. We take it from here and you can take a rest," he said.

He nodded before approaching the one room inside that small house, and then