Chapter 82

Calvin flung a thick stack of documents across the table, striking one of the high-level executives square in the face. A bead of blood welled up instantly, but the man didn't dare wipe it away. "Get out. All of you!" Calvin's voice was icy, cutting through the room like a blade. The executives bolted without hesitation, practically tripping over each other in their haste to escape. Calvin tugged at his tie, his temper far from calming down. If anything, the fire in his chest burned hotter. Wilbur, lounging in a chair, raised an eyebrow. "Whoa, someone's in a mood. What's this? Is this pent-up frustration?" Calvin shot him a freezing glare, and Wilbur immediately zipped his lips. After a moment, he couldn't help himself. "Hey, isn't Alexia supposed to be discharged today? You haven't even gone to see her yet. Let's pick her up together—maybe even celebrate a little." Calvin's eyes flickered with a hint of frost. "You can go yourself if you want." "She's your wife. If you're no