However, Joseph only shot a cold glance at Cyrille before ignoring him completely, as if he were nothing more than air.
Instead, he turned to Zahara and snapped,
"Tomorrow, kick him out of the hospital. He's useless now. What's the point of him staying here?"
If this ungrateful son wasn't his own flesh and blood, Joseph would've gladly knocked him dead already.
Zahara felt a pang of sympathy for her son and wanted to speak up, but when her eyes met Joseph's stern, unyielding expression, the words died in her throat.
Over the years, she had learned the secret to keeping Joseph's heart: knowing exactly what to say… and what to swallow back.
Yes, her son had suffered.
But in the end, it was his own fault. What could she do? With the mistakes he had made, she should be grateful Joseph hadn't ended him right there.
Grinding her teeth, Zahara nodded silently, agreeing to take her son home.
