ZILLIONAIRE’S COMEBACK.

A HUNDRED AND SEVEN.

Gregory was sprawled on the bed when his cell door opened and two men were shoved inside. He was surprised to see the two of them. After his heart attack, the police chief ordered for him to be kept alone and now they were bringing two people to him.

“Dad??” Alvanon rushed towards him but Gregory shoved him aside and he lost his balance and fell down.

“Family war” Caesar muttered under his breath while making his way to the other bed and lowered himself on it.

“The nerve of you to call me father when you don’t treat me as one” Gregory hissed at him while Alvanon’s face creased into a frown.

“Now you want to apportion blames? Who started all this in the first place?” He was already yelling, “you dragged all of us into this mess and now you stand here and behave like the saint? You pushed Chris to his own death, you made all of us to be like this and now you want to be the holy one?” Tears were already streaming down his eyes as he talked, “if you were that sure that it was a bad thing,