OLIVER CAGE: Return Of The Lionheart

Chapter 172

The room was completely dipped in silence as both parties held each other's gaze, waiting for one to speak first. Oliver was seated on a chair next to Gerald's hospital bed. The air was choked with the pungent smell of antiseptics and drugs that made the experience worse for Oliver.

It had been two days since Gerald had been in the hospital, but this was the first time Oliver was setting eyes on him. No matter how hard Oliver tried to push down his anger, he couldn't seem to forget how much of a scumbag Gerald had always been. And now, they sat before each other, struggling with internal deliberations until Gerald finally pierced through the silence with his hoarse voice.

"I'd repay you for this, I promise," He said, groaning as he got up. "I'd have died back there if it weren't for you. I couldn't possibly-"

"Stop patronizing me," Oliver interrupted harshly. "Rather, tell me why I was the only person you could reach out to. Is this another game of yours? Did Viktir send you?"

Gerald,