Chapter 1185

Oliver opened his eyes, and his voice was cold and commanding as he said, "Block the roads." Victor walked over, raising an eyebrow. "So, you pulled some strings, huh? Hurry up and wrap this up—I'm dying to see my godson." Oliver shot him a glare. "David's jaw is broken, and his arm's shattered. Pick one—I'll go easy on you." Victor fell silent after that. Shortly after, Zion called to check in on the situation, asking, "How's the kid doing?" "Who told you Cliff was kidnapped?" Oliver asked, his gaze shifting toward the sofa, where Victor sat quietly. Victor raised his hands defensively. "Hey, don't look at me! You know who it was. The one who's always gossiping and stirring things up. And, surprise, he's not here today." Of course. It was Caleb. ... Meanwhile, David was discovering how hard it was to manage a child on his own without Ava. The baby cried non-stop as he staggered along, wounded and exhausted. People passing by gave him suspicious looks, thinking he was a child