After Jeff joined the table, silence settled in the room, and even the faintest footstep could be heard. Mrs Anderson observed her sons—Jeff looked serious as he ate, and Jason appeared neutral, though he glanced at Jeff repeatedly.

A few minutes later, Mrs Anderson broke the silence by clearing her throat. Both Jeff and Jason looked up from their plates.

"I received a call from Dr Stanley while I was cooking," she said, glancing from Jeff to Jason and back again.

They both remained calm, listening attentively. Mrs. Anderson continued.

“She told me that the Whites want Alicia transferred from our hospital to St. John’s Hospital, Mrs. White’s sister’s hospital,” she informed them.

“What did you tell her?” Jeff demanded, his tone cold.

“What do you want me to say?” Mrs. Anderson asked, irritated by Jeff’s icy attitude toward her.

As Jeff’s palms balled into fists, Jason quickly placed his hands over Jeff’s and turned his gaze to his mother.

“Alicia’s life will be in danger if she’s transferred from our hospital, Mom,” he said urgently, his heart pounding at the thought of Alicia being transferred, worry etched across his face.

“But she’ll be transferred to her mother’s sister’s hospital, and I have no right to keep her here. I’m not her mother,” Mrs. Anderson explained.

Jeff pulled his hand away from Jason and stood up.

“I’ll see Mr. White right away,” he said firmly.

“Stanley told me he demanded the transfer because you betrayed her daughter. I was told you cheated on her, dating her sister, Alena, and that’s why she attempted suicide,” Mrs. Anderson retorted, watching as Jeff moved toward the door.

She saw him freeze in his tracks, confirming the truth. Mrs. Anderson stood up, her disappointment clear, her eyes brimming with tears.

“I thought you loved her, Jeff,” Mrs. Anderson scoffed. “You didn’t just deceive her, you deceived me too,” she sniffled, fighting the urge to burst into tears before she left.

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Jason watched his mother leave, then turned to find Jeff already gone.

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Jeff’s black Lamborghini screeched into the Whites’ grand estate, which was heavily guarded. The security at the door opened it as they saw Jeff running toward the house. He dashed inside and came to a halt when he saw Mr White sitting in the living room, his arms folded across his chest as he rested in his wheelchair.

Jeff noticed Mr White’s pale face as the older man looked up at him, his red-rimmed eyes revealing that he had been crying.

Jeff exhaled sharply as he approached Mr. White, hiding his trembling hands behind his back.

“Mr. White…”

“What are you doing here?” Mr. White yelled, trying to stand but sinking back into his chair.

“Mr. White, are you alright?” Olive appeared, quickly scurrying to Mr. White’s side and taking his arms. “Are you okay?”

Jeff’s muscles tensed at the sight of Olive. He clenched his fists, his bloodlust gaze fixed on the man.

Mr. White nodded at Olive’s question. Olive dropped his hands from Mr. White’s arms and turned his gaze toward Jeff. His brows furrowed when he noticed the malicious look in Jeff’s eyes. He tilted his head slightly, as if silently questioning him.

Jeff forced himself to soften his gaze slightly as he stared into Olive’s catlike brown eyes, his anger burning inside him as he took in Olive's fearless expression and confident posture.

“Leave, Jeff.”

Mr. White’s harsh voice snapped Jeff’s attention back to him. He looked at Mr. White.

“Sir?”

“Olive!”

The command was sharp, and Olive stepped forward.

“I’d like you to leave, Mr. Anderson,” Olive said calmly, gesturing toward the door.

“Alicia’s life will be in danger if she’s transferred from that hospital!” Jeff cried out, desperation in his voice as he looked at Mr. White. “You have to cancel the transfer, please!”

The words were like gasoline on a fire. Mr. White turned to Jeff with a murderous look, his hands gripping the arms of his wheelchair tightly.

“You put her life in danger from the start, you jerk! You should be ashamed of yourself for dating two sisters, but now you dare to show up in front of me. You’re her best friend!” Mr. White roared, pointing accusingly at him.

“She trusted you, and I trusted you, but…” Mr. White broke off, his gaze shifting away. “Leave, Jeff. Just leave!” he muttered, wheeling his chair further into the house.

With his lips trembling, Jeff watched Mr. White wheel away, tears streaking down his crimson eyes. He opened his mouth to call out Mr. White’s name, but the words wouldn’t come.

'"MMr...." Screeching his teeth, Jeff clenched his fists so hard that he thought they might break. He stumbled on his way out of the living room, his footsteps heavy and erratic, clutching the wall for support. And Olive watched him, a sneer tugging at the corner of his lips.