"Those animals. Doing that to their own flesh and blood." He gripped my shoulder. "Don't worry. This hospital is ours. The doctors are the best money can buy. They'll pull him through."
But things were far worse than I'd imagined.
Two hours later, the attending physician emerged drenched in sweat, his face ashen.
"Mr. Dunn, sir... Mr. Harding's condition is extremely dire."
"He's had an excessive amount of bone marrow forcibly extracted. His hematopoietic stem cells have sustained catastrophic damage. He needs an immediate blood transfusion and emergency medication."
"However..." The doctor swallowed hard.
"However what? Spit it out!" I snapped.
The doctor's voice shook. "Ten minutes ago, every unit of compatible blood in our hospital's bank was requisitioned by the city's Department of Health. And the supplier for the specialized medication just called to terminate our contract unilaterally. They're refusing to deliver."
My head went blank, a single tone ringing through my skull. "Who did this?"
Malcolm's phone rang. He answered, listened for two seconds, and the color drained from his face.
He hurled the phone into the floor. It shattered into pieces.
"The Hardings!" Malcolm's teeth were clenched so hard the words barely came out. "That old bastard Garry Harding gave the order. They've pulled every political and business string they have. They didn't just cut off our medical supplies. They've rallied half a dozen major families to launch a coordinated assault on every legitimate business we've been building."
The Hardings moved fast. In less than half a day, the internet was flooded.
#OrganizedCrimeInvadesPrivateHome#
#LostHeirAndSyndicateBossAssaultOwnParents#
#BoycottDunnGroup #CrackDownOnOrganizedCrime#
The articles were plastered with surveillance stills of me and my men smashing through the Harding estate gates, alongside interview footage of Irene and Vivian sobbing in a hospital, heads wrapped in bandages.
In the video, Irene wailed until her voice cracked: "We just wanted Thomas to come home. But he accused us of favoring Vivian, and then he brought gangsters to destroy our house! He tried to kill his own brother! Where is the justice in this world?!"
Vivian looked even more pitiful, his voice trembling with rehearsed fragility: "As long as my brother is willing to come home, I'll give him back his rightful place in the family. I don't want anything for myself..."