Berry Ansley's grip tightened around the gun, his expression unreadable as he faced off against Jack. The tension in the room was thick, with everyone on edge and ready for anything.Jack, in turn, kept a firm grip on the hostage, while his eyes darted around the room to keep an eye on Berry's men."You don't love your son, do you? You're not willing to give up the gun?"Berry's lips twisted into a sardonic smile. "And why should I?"Jack's grip on the hostage tightened, sending a shiver of fear down the man's spine. "You have a lot to lose, Mr. Ansley. Your son's life is on the line."Berry's men exchanged nervous glances, unsure of what to do. The situation was rapidly spiraling out of control, and they knew that one wrong move could spell disaster."Do you think he's serious?" one of them whispered."I can't say for sure.""I don't have a good feeling about this," one of Berry's men muttered under his breath."Yeah, me neither."Berry remained silent, his gaze fixed on Jack. But in

Berry rose from his seat with a frown on his forehead. "What's wrong?!" "Sir, it's not Mr. Pasmod's entourage that's coming, but..."The sentence was still hanging and didn't get finished because it was interrupted by a loud shout, "Hands up!"The intimidating shout from a man in a black suit was followed by many men in similar attire entering Berry Ansley's house. They all drew close with a revolver clutched in each hand.Berry's eyes widened at the surprise arrival. Oh, they were not guests but intruders!"Who are you?" Berry stammered as he raised both hands. The gun that he had been holding tightly, he finally let go.The intruders then made Berry and his men gather to kneel together. Everyone raised their hands for their own safety.Berry's face became as white as paper from shock and fear. He could hardly believe it. It all happened so fast, and he was losing when there was not a single thing that prevented him from winning.Just a few seconds ago he was so sure victory would b

Jack and Claire looked at each other for a moment. They were shocked to hear the guard's words. "What did you say? Didn't you hear us? My father is in a critical condition. Instead of worrying about the cost of treatment, you should worry about my father's safety!" Claire struggled hard not to hit the guard. Her loud voice made the people sitting in front of the reception desk turn to look at her."Don't shout at me! Your father will only be a problem for this hospital if you can't pay for his treatment. So, leave quickly now and don't make a scene! Actually, you should pay too much for using that trolley bed. But I'll ignore it as a gesture of sympathy," the guard said in a cold tone.The guard turned around and smiled warmly at the hospital visitors who saw him. Then he walked back to his place. Claire, who was already very angry, followed him to deliver a hard blow. "Argh!" The guard groaned softly. He turned around, "Hey, are you insane?! Why did you hit me, huh? Barbaric woman! I

Before Martha could answer Claire's profound question, a shout rang out."Miss Martha!" A female nurse walked quickly over to Martha. Her facial expression looked troubled."What's wrong?""Did you meet Miss Claire?" The nurse shifted her gaze to the woman sitting next to Martha. "Is she-""Yes, I'm Claire. Did something happen to my father?" Claire began to worry again.The nurse nodded slowly. "Your father needs more serious treatment. The doctor wants to see you to talk about it."Martha nodded when Claire turned to her. They stood up and followed the nurse.Claire wondered to herself what serious thing the nurse was referring to. At that moment, in front of the emergency room, she saw Jack standing with his eyes closed and holding his head."Jack!" Claire shouted. She ran over to Jack and hugged him tightly.Jack was still saying the same thing. "Relax, everything will be fine. Uncle Bob will get better, okay?" He held his friend's cheek and looked at him intently. "Now, go to the

Shattering!Jack had just reached the kitchen when he heard a noise from the front. He rushed back to the customer room to see what was happening.Jack's eyes widened when he saw broken plates scattered on the floor. And of course this caught everyone's attention.What's more, next to him a burly man standing not far from the broken plates shouted, "Stupid! What is this food? How could this kind of trash be served on a customer's plate! Are you trying to trick me?!"A male waiter standing not far from the table then approached. Although his heart was racing, he bowed respectfully and tried to smile. "What's wrong, sir? Why are you slamming the plate?"SLAP!The waiter got a hard slap in return."Are you deaf?! You idiot! I've never eaten food this bad. Why are you serving garbage on my table?!"Holding back the pain in his cheeks, the waiter smiled bitterly. "Sir, if there's something you don't like, you can say it nicely without slamming the plate like this. We're worried that diners