All Chapters of Swindling The Devilish Mafia Don: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Joyce and Chelsea walked into the room and the medical professionals who still remained in the room excused them and left the room. After she was sure that they were alone, Joyce took the lead and walked to the curtains. She parted them and walked in. She immediately became emotional as her eyes fell on Derek laying there unconscious. She sniffled gently as she approached the bed. Chelsea completely understood her feelings. He was her favourite person at the house back when they all stayed together. He was her only grandchild. And then they got separated. She hadn't seen him in a long time and must have greatly missed him. Only for her first reunion with him to be one where he was unconscious and just suffered from an accident. It must be very hard for her, she thought. She allowed the elderly woman some moments to be alone with her grandson and pour out her emotions. Chelsea stayed outside the curtains, waiting for either Joyce to come out or for Dylan to come in. After all, she di

Chelsea had never seen someone so authoritative and defiant as the woman before her. As Joyce had rightly said, Clara was a crazy woman indeed. She had no respect whatsoever for Joyce's age or position. She simply spoke to her like they were mates, or worse, like she owned Joyce. "I said, where is my son?" she asked again, her tone becoming more impatient and infuriating. "Madam, please can you lower your tone? You'll disturb the patients in other rooms" one of the hospital's security personnel said to her. She turned around sharply and shot the man a mean stare. "Don't you dare open your mouth to utter a word while I'm talking. I can wreck your life in less than a minute. All it'll take is one call" she said in a threatening tone. Joyce chuckled. "You still haven't changed, have you, Clara?" she asked rhetorically. "Still being boss, still threatening, still thinking you can pull all the strings you want. You think of yourself as the princess of Miami" she added with a sad smile

Clara left the room silently, without any further words or protesting attitude. She had been both defeated and threatened. And she knew this time that the tables had turned and they were not in her favour. She simply took a long look at Dylan who kept his eyes fixed on her as well. When she was done, she left the room. "Dylan, what was all that?" Joyce asked immediately the door slid shut. She walked to Dylan and looked him in the eye. Dylan exhaled. "All what?" he asked. He suddenly looked a bit tired and slowly walked back to the chair, sinking into it. "All that about Derek being malnourished and passing out in school. All that!" Joyce pressed. "What about it? You didn't hear her deny it, did you? Or you think I made it up?" he asked right back. Chelsea believed him when he said it. She could hear the pain in his voice as he confronted Clara about it. The pain wasn't one of anger towards Clara. Rather it was anger that his son had to go through that despite the status of his fa

Joyce's eyes immediately gave way to tears. All the pent up emotions deep inside her poured out intensely in a flood of tears. She immediately fell to her knees beside the bed and took hold of Derek's hand. She gently squeezed it in hers and looked Derek in the eye. "Grandma, why are you crying? Why is dad here? Where am I?" the little boy asked question after question as his eyes darted around the entire area around him. Dylan gently walked towards him. He didn't give way to tears or break down. That wasn't to be expected of him anyway. He simply walked to the bedside and gently caressed Derek's hair. His eyes were full of affection. That was one thing he couldn't mask. "What do you remember, Derek?" he gently asked. It felt awkward though that the first words he said to his son in a long time were a question targeted at his memory. He was definitely going to win that Worst Father of the Year award. "Uhm..." Derek tried to recall his last moments of consciousness. Then his eyes sh

The awaited facility from New York finally arrived at the hospital. Derek was discharged and the medical bills were forwarded to Dylan's official personal mail. They exited exited hospital building and walked towards the parking lot. They all stopped between the two vehicles. Dylan shared them to the two vehicles. "Chelsea will come with me and Hugo. Ma, you'll take Derek with you in the SUV. There should be just about enough space for him to lie down there. We'll settle some things at a meeting and join you all at the mansion later" he assigned them and walked to the driver who would be delivering the facility to the mansion. "You'll be following the SUV to the estate. No prying gazes in the estate or unwarranted detours along the way. For your own safety. Just deliver the facility and exit the estate, all the while following the instructions given you by the security personnel. Understood?" he concluded. "Yes, Sir. Understood" the driver replied affirmatively. "Alright" Dyl