Chapter 87 Cara’s Exile

“Chase Darwin allegedly attacked His excellency, the Governor in an unexpected altercation last night that led to a series of shots fired, disturbing the peace…” “Turn that damn thing off, for goodness’ sake!” Madam Darwin exclaimed, rubbing her forehead in utter frustration. Cara scrambled to turn off the TV, playing the role of a good “daughter-in-law”. Afterwards, she returned to her spot by the hospital bed, watching the nurse stitch Chase's gunshot wounds back together. Chase was laying on the bed, practically sedated, so he could get the medical care he urgently needed. “What the hell were you thinking, Chase?! Attacking the Governor of the state?! Are you trying to send me to a fucking early grave?” Madam Darwin slammed her stick against the marble floor. “Early grave?” Chase chuckled drowsily, “Grandmother. You're a hundred years old.” “This is not funny, boy.” She scolded. “I know the governor might seek favors from you, and need our family's support to stay on top of t