One of Hitler's thugs who had been waiting for him outside, walked in to know the state of things and what it was that their boss might want him to do."What's he saying boss?" He asked, approaching with an angry face, as though he wanted to have a fight, forgetting that he was in the police station.Hitler raised a hand, signaling him to stay back. "I have everything under control," he said."If you say so, boss," the thug said, his eyes fixed on Drake, as he gave him a throat slicing gesture."What happened with my package? Who did you sell it to?" Hitler's angry eyes caught a hold of Drake's trembling form. "Let's hear what you have to say for yourself," his voice dripped with sarcasm. "But it better be good.""I didn't do anything with the package," Drake replied, taking a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. "Do you think I'm joking?" Hitler asked angrily. "I'm being lenient enough to even give you a chance to explain yourself." His eyes blazed with fury. "If you try

The more Drake continued to plead, the more they made jest of him. It was beginning to appear as though his pleas had the ability to make them laugh as he watched them laugh even harder."Get him out of here," the chief of police ordered the officers who were already pulling him up to drag him away."I told you I'll make sure you and your wife pay for what happened to my son and I wasn't joking when I said it." Mr. Simmons added, his voice filled with malice.Drake's desperation immediately transformed into a seething rage as he realized the gravity of their intentions. He's had enough of their mockery and couldn't stand it anymore.He had really hoped that by swallowing his pride and coming to the point of even going down on his knees, they'd show mercy, but instead, they kept making jest of him.His hands clenched into fists and his face suddenly turned red as he stood, ignoring the rough grip of the officers, and facing the Mr. Simmons, Hitler and the chief of police with a defiant

Drake felt a surge of relief as he watched the officer leave. He knew it was time to return home to his family as that was the only way he knew he could get back at those who were threatening to make his life miserable.He had stayed away from his family for too long and seeing how much he was suffering, when he had access to more than he could imagine, he realised it was time to accept his Grandfather's proposal and return home."Young Master Drake," the police officer said, as he returned to find his colleagues mockingly re-acting his interaction with Drake. "Help me call mommy. I'm scared," one of them teased as the others erupted into a wild laughter.The police officer watched as his colleagues continued to ridicule Drake, each one of them exaggerating their gestures and voices, pretending to make the call and then laughing uproariously."Don't worry Drake, I'll be there soon," another one mocked, mimicking the voice of an old grandpa."Please, hurry up Grandpa," another chimed

Doctor Jason held up his hands, trying to regain control of the situation as Michelle still kept on crying. "Everyone, calm down," he commanded. "Let's find a way to resolve this without causing further distress." Turning to Michelle, "It's okay honey. You don't have to cry, okay."The officers, faced with the doctor's firm stance, exchanged tense glances. One of them stepped forward, his voice low and threatening. "Doctor, I suggest you stay out of our way. Obstructing justice isn't a wise move."Doctor Jason stood his ground, his face resolute. "Summer is my patient. I cannot allow you to come close to her without a valid court warrant. It’s against our protocol and my ethical duty."Frustrated, the officers pulled back slightly, one of them pulling out his phone to call their boss. "We have a situation here at the hospital. The doctor is refusing to let us near the suspect."Doctor Jason, as well as Mr and Mrs Willmont watched as the police officer conversed with whoever it was he

Doctor Jason raised his hands slowly, appearing to surrender. It wasn't his first time dealing with thugs, so he knew how best to handle them when it looks like they're one step ahead.With his hands above his head, his eyes, however, were keen, studying the thugs with the practised precision of a martial artist assessing his opponents. The leader of the thugs sneered, mistaking the doctor's surrender for fear. "Look at this," he jeered, "Trying to act smart. You should be afraid of us, doc."Dr. Jason carefully noted his stance while walking towards him. Without being told, he was able to tell that the thugs had no knowledge of martial arts and it wouldn't be difficult to knock him out and take the gun from him."You know, I can blow out all your skulls here, and no one will be able to stop me," the leader of the gang threatened, kissing the tip of the pistol which he was holding."This is between you and I. You don't have to involve others," Dr. Jason replied, trying to buy himself