Anthony coughed a few times, holding his chest. Alan immediately helped Anthony, but Arnold, Aaron, and Andy were silent, still thinking about what Anthony had said a few seconds before. Anthony glanced at his three sons, clenching his fists tightly. "They don't care about me at all. They only care about themselves. They're just bragging when they say they care about me," he muttered."Dad, are you okay?" Arnold approached but sat back down when Anthony signaled to be quiet."I'm fine. I need to rest. You guys can go and prepare everything as best you can." Alan helped Anthony sit in the wheelchair. Arnold, Aaron, and Andy stood up from the sofa, watching Anthony, Alan, and the bodyguards depart. They glanced at each other, smiling. "Alex, we're leaving now." Arnold smiled, looking at Aaron and Andy. "I hope you guys give me a good fight even though I'm sure I'll be the winner."Alex glanced at Andrew and Alfie, following Arnold. Aaron and Andy snorted in annoyance, glancing at e
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