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Toni's name appeared on the phone call. One was an unknown number, but she knew that the man had terrorized her and even shot at her bedroom wall some time ago. Dea picked up the driver's phone first because she knew what the man would discuss.

“Evening madam. I've seen Mr. Hando. As expected, there's a grandson."

"Is Mr. Hando okay?"

"His body is still installed with a lot of cables. I just don't think it's getting better. Plus I heard a fight between the Old Man and granddaughter.”

Dea was silent, 'Why are Mr. Hando and Devano like Tom and Jerry? Even though his condition was sick. If this is the case, when will he recover?’ thought the woman. He was a little upset to hear this news because he thought Devano could take care of Hando better than he could. In reality, the old man's condition was getting worse.

“Madam? What should I do?” called Toni impatiently waiting for the next order. The sound broke Dea's thoughts.

"Go home."

"Just like this?"

"Then, what should I do?"

“Humph! Ok