Chapter 1286

Milo was currently being wheeled down the corridor in a transfer trolley. His features were twisted in pain, and an oxygen mask had been strapped over the lower half of his face, he was bleeding profusely from the gunshot wound in his abdomen.

Jerome was running after the trolley. For the past twenty years, he might be a force to be reckoned with in the business world, but now, he was nothing more than a worried father.

He watched the blood flow from Milo's wound, and he felt as though he was walking on knives with every step that he took. The pain seemed to stab through his entire body, as if he was bleeding just as badly as Milo was.

The Mafia thrived in this locality, and seeing as there was another crossfire nearby, more casualties had been ferried to the hospital. The corridors were packed with people, but Connie and Jerome were racing against time, they couldn't make it to a hospital much further away than this one.

Connie could feel her heart racing in fear as she watched M