Chapter 99: Father and Son's Game

In the intensive care unit of the Inglee Central Hospital, Armando slowly opened his eyes. Though his body ached as if thousands of steel needles were stirring him, after a while, he managed to sit up from the bed. "Awake?" This voice... was it Enzo?! Armando immediately looked towards the source of the voice. Enzo, dressed in a beige suit, sat on the sofa in the ward, his light gray eyes, resembling his, staring straight at him. "I have to say, your taste is much better than mine, she... is quite something." She... Falcón? Although hearing praise for her made him feel proud, if these compliments came from the cunning Enzo, he would only feel a chill down his spine. Clutching the bedsheets tightly, his voice hoarse from not drinking water for a long time, he sounded like a broken drum: "...Please, don't touch her." Enzo chuckled, lit a cigar, and took a couple of leisurely puffs. "I haven't even said who it is, and you're already so nervous? Even if yo