Biological son

"I am sorry, Mr. Creston, I will make sure to look after him properly. And if I notice any false movement, I will let you know and also inform the police," the doctor reassured, his voice calm and professional.

"I guess you had better start keeping an eye on him. I might not take it easy if things go wrong with him," Bryan said, his tone firm and menacing, as he clicked the end button, ending the call..

As he tucked the device into his pocket, the doorbell rang, and he suggested, "Ah, that must be my order." He walked towards the door, his footsteps echoing in the silence, his mind still lingering on the conversation with the doctor.

The door creaked open, revealing a delivery person holding a package, and Bryan's expression turned neutral, his thoughts momentarily diverted from the earlier conversation. "Thanks," he said, taking the package, his eyes scanning the contents before closing the door, his mind already wandering back to the situation at hand.

He decided not to let that get