Chapter 162 More Blood, Less Water

• Aldo tightened his grip on the doctor’s collar, shaking with rage and desperation. "What the hell is going on?" he demanded, practically lifting the man off the ground.
• "Sir, we’re doing everything we can," the doctor gasped, his whole body shivering. "Mr. Ford’s condition is critical. The bullet missed his spine by inches. He’s undergone five surgeries already, but... his chances of survival are slim—seventy to thirty percent."
• Aldo’s eyes flared with raw emotion. "He’s strong. My Jacob is stronger than this," he growled, unaware of how tightly he was still holding the doctor until the man’s face turned red, his hands clawing at Aldo's grip for air. Aldo snapped back to reality, releasing the doctor who stumbled away, adjusting his oversized glasses before fleeing down the hall.