Ruiz Giovanni
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As we drove back to the house, Lorenzo tried to call the doctor severally but all the calls went straight to voicemail. We couldn’t risk going to the hospital and I had no idea why the doctor wasn’t picking up.
“f**k!” I cursed through gritted teeth. So what was the use of paying him when he wouldn’t answer his phone whenever we called? He had never disappointed us and I had no idea what went wrong this time.
However, that didn’t stop me from driving. Lorenzo kept on trying while I focused on getting us back to the house. After about ten minutes, I pulled up at the garage.
Some of the guards at the house assisted Lorenzo and me into the living room. I took off my shirt as soon as I settled down on the couch.
It was stained with blood and sweat.
We were in pai
