Chapter 116 Watching And Waiting

• Damian sat in his study, staring blankly at the glass of whiskey in his hand. The fire in the hearth crackled softly, but it did nothing to ease the storm raging in his mind. His conversation with his father still echoed in his ears, every word fueling his anger.
• The sharp ring of his phone broke the silence. He grabbed it off the desk, his brows furrowing as he saw the number. It was the hospital. His heart skipped a beat, and his grip on the phone tightened.
• “Damian,” he answered, his voice cold and tense.