The Mafia Prince's Angel: His Miracle

ite lab coats. One of them headed towards me, I recognized him as doctor Charles

xander. How are you doing?", he ask

aid down on my bed ignoring his question.

nd taking out the stethoscope on his to check my temperature. My gaze swept over the assistant doctor, he look

them on. I quickly wore them and closed my

his personal bodyguard who stood by the door. He was supposed to

tood up to give my father a handshake which he re

Charles?", my father asked lo

." Dr Charles replied just as his assistant doctor started pa

g?", I scoffed and stood up from my bed so I coul

ather's question made me stop on my

some air

ed on hearing that. Knowing wha

Alexander." Dr Charles said with a

t the room with the doctors. I went to sit o

is is about fat

till oppos

ver from me when you just want to rot away in this mansion?". He slowly approached me. " I'm trying to m

im but he wasn't eve

meeting with him at one of our restaurants and you're going

him upfront. He can't just force his plans on me

e a cowar

you think I enjoy staying in my room all day? Do you think I want this for myself? I'm trying my best to b

for once. We have a media presence to protect too and you don't want to be that insignificant and invincible son of the richest m

the door. What is it, buddy?", Cla

meeting with him tomorro

d this isn't the first time you're leaving your hous

died because I was touched here and there. It was pure torture

, Alexander", I ga

Clark?", I threatened him

ou're doing in my house". I said, st

going?" , Clark

air. I'm exhausted". I rep

en what you need is a goo

lark. You k

d loudly but I ignored him completely. I absolut