Chapter 73 I Could Save And Kill You

• At the Guilford residence, the air was filled with joy.
• The patriarch, Nedley Guilford, sat in a mahogany chair, dressed in loose white attire. His hair was slicked back neatly, and he exuded an aura of authority, looking full of energy. Just yesterday, he had been on the verge of death, bedridden and weak.
• “Dad, congratulations on your full recovery,” Bertrand said, stepping forward with a wine glass to offer his father a toast.