Chapter 172: Snaring the Culprit

To grant Santiago Shirvinton his so-called wish, Levi Casson enunciated every syllable as he sneered, "Santiago, you useless old piece of trash." Santiago's rage shot through his chest. His vision went dark, and he nearly blacked out on the spot. If Bobby Cutmore hadn't caught his elbow in time, the old man might have gone down hard. "You… if you claim this isn't an illness, then prove it-don't use your medical skills to treat her! I still won't believe you!" Santiago's face had gone paper white,...