Chapter 25

• Tony's face was a mask of fury, his brow furrowed and his jaw clenched. His hands were folded tightly, and he stood perfectly still, as if he were a statue carved from stone. He heard the crunch of footsteps on the gravel path, and his eyes narrowed as he saw Vincent approach.
• Vincent was out of breath, his face flushed and his eyes wide. He stopped in front of Tony, his hands shaking. "S-sir," he stammered. "Is there something you need?"
• "I was told you're responsible for my mother's medication," Tony said, his tone stern and accusatory. "Is that true?"