[Writer's POV]
[Rian's Residence - 10:52]
"Sir, avoid dipping your hand in water for the time being. You can take the pills and..."
"That's enough. Leave," Rian ordered the doctor as he grabbed a glass of whiskey in his other hand while the other hand was wrapped in a bandage. He didn't even want to look at it.
He frowned, remembering how the Marshal stabbed his hand. He clenched the glass tight till it cracked.
"That bastard! How dare he?" He grunted, smashing the glass on the floor. He was this close to seeing his face.
Only if he could tear the divider faster would he have seen the face of his father's murderer.
The door creaked open as his butler walked in. He saw the shattered glass on the floor and ignored it, lifting his head to look at him.
"Master, is everything alright?"
He slightly turned his head to look at the old man with a black suit and molecules before walking toward the window.
