Chapter 58: Strike

"Hey, what are you doing in my room!" Jameson exclaimed, his eyes widening at the sight of the file. Rushing toward Griffin, he snatched it away.

"The hell?!" Jameson snapped, glaring at Griffin.

"You have sickle cell?" Griffin scoffed.

"Just because Diego takes you as a brother doesn't mean I like you. So stay the fuck away from me and get out," Jameson snapped.

"Diego doesn't know about this, does he?" Griffin asked, and Jameson turned quiet. "Friends who keep secrets from each other... tssk... crazy."

"I never liked you. And I'll always be by Diego's side no matter what," Jameson said.

"Good luck with that," Griffin muttered and left the room.

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As Hannah listened to her son, her eyes widened.

"Jameson is sick, and Diego doesn't know about it?" Hannah asked.

Before Griffin could speak, the military woman came back in.

"My time is up here... I hope you do well with that information and get me the fuck out of here," Griffin said and left while Hannah sighed.

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