Chapter 60

Michael was leaning on a walking stick for support.

A wave of worry washed over Ryan. "Did he see me kissing Juliette?" he mused to himself, his mind racing with questions.

"Why are you with a walking stick?" Ryan blurted out, not bothering to greet.

"It's not your business, I came to see my wife," Michael replied curtly, his tone laced with bitterness.

Juliette, ever polite, offered a respectful greeting and bowed her head. Michael barely acknowledged her presence.

"She's still as beautiful as ever, even in this state of unconsciousness," Michael remarked, feigning sentiment.

Ryan couldn't help but roll his eyes. His father's facade was as transparent as glass.

Narrowing his gaze, Ryan studied his father from head to toe and noticed a peculiar sight – blood staining Michael's sock, like it was trickling down his leg.

Exchanging a concerned look with Andrew, Ryan subtly pointed towards his dad's injured leg, silently conveying his discovery.

Without delay, Michael announced h