The next morning, Justin dropped his work when he heard about Ryan’s car accident. Worried, he rushed to the hospital as fast as he could.
Ryan lay flat in bed in a VIP ward with a back and neck brace. He opened his mouth as his secretary fed him a sliced apple.
He looked like a pampered child who could not do anything for himself, and his secretary was the maid bearing the brunt of his demands.
Justin walked into the room and furrowed his brows at him. “Didn’t the Hoffman Group recently develop an oilfield? You’re acting like you’re dry even before you hit 30.”
The secretary stepped aside and nodded at the man before giving Ryan and Justin space to talk.
“Holy shit! Are you here to visit me or give me hell? How am I acting dry? I wouldn’t need help if I could feed myself.”
Ryan broke out in a sweat and grimaced in pain the moment he leaned over.
“Don’t move. Just stay there.”
Justin took quick steps to the bed with a long face and laid him back down.
“Will you wheel me