296. It's over

In a presidential suite...

Yohan, fresh from a shower and suited up, looked unfazed, his face showing no signs of the underworld boss he had shot the night before.

Just then, Noah walked into the suite, taking a deep sigh upon seeing Yohan well. Yohan arched an eyebrow at him.

"Why are you here?" he asked, adjusting his wristwatch.

"I was practically dying in the hospital, and you couldn't drop by to check on me," Noah grumbled.

"Why would I do that?" Yohan asked casually, slipping his wallet into his suit.

Noah stepped forward. "Are you mad at me?"

Yohan stuffed his hands into his pockets, giving him a stern look.

"You had the audacity to track me!"

"I was worried about you. Everyone is. Mom's a wreck since you left. She's not eating, not talking. Why are you doing this?"

Yohan glared, "This is between me and her. You don't need to get involved. Go back."

Hearing the warning, Noah backed off. They were both cut from the same cloth and knew how to handle each other's tempers.

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