Female Novel
Chapter 67
Chapter 67 Rafe Is In Trouble
“Didn’t you take a million from me to use as your shield?” Lana rolled her eyes at Donald. “All I’m askingis for you to meet my parents and have a meal together so that they will give up on this matter.”novelbin
Donald answered, “We’ll see.”
As he spoke, his phone suddenly rang.
It was from Jennifer. Donald frowned upon seeing that, wondering if he should answer the call.
After some thought, he decided to answer the phone.
“Rafe is in trouble,” said Jennifer in a cold voice.
“What happened?” Donald lowered his voice, and his face darkened.
No one else was aware of how important Rafe was to Donald. Back when they were in high school, Rafehad always seen Donald as his best pal. There was one time when Donald encountered some difficultiesand needed six hundred thousand. Rafe was the only person who offered him financial aid.
That money was all that Rafe had, yet he did not even hesitate before giving it to Donald.
Jennifer explained, “Oliver had purchased that house and paid two percent as the commission, whichwas two million. Rafe should be getting a million from the commission, but his manager only gave him
eight thousand. Rafe went to reason with the manager, but he was beaten up instead. He is now in thehospital. I just so happened to run into him. Why don’t you come over?”
“I’ll be there.” Donald ended the call and rushed to the hospital.
Jennifer had already left the hospital when Donald arrived. After asking the doctor in charge, he foundout that Jennifer had already settled Rafe’s medical bills, and she even paid around sixty thousand forthe deposit.
Donald was touched when he heard that.
Although Jennifer was overprotective of her younger brother, Donald knew she had always been a kind-hearted person.
She knew how much Donald cared for Rafe, and that was why she immediately called and informed himabout Rafe.
In the ward, Rafe was lying on the bed with a bandage wrapped around his head. Blood was still seepingthrough his wound.
The nurse explained, “The patient has a slight concussion after being injured by a blunt object. He needsaround ten days to rest and recover. He also can’t get out of bed for the time being. Do you need us tocall the police?”
Donald shook his head. “There’s no need for that.”
A murderous intent flashed across his eyes.
“Donald, I feel like throwing up,” said Rafe weakly as he opened his eyes. Then, he suddenly bent downand threw up. Some of his vomits dirtied Donald’s pants.
Donald could have dodged it, but he did not. Instead, he took out a piece of tissue paper and wiped itaway without saying anything.
Lana stood behind him and saw everything. She stared at Donald’s back with tenderness in her eyes.
Little did Donald know, that minor action of his had moved Lana’s heart.
“Who is your manager?” Donald asked.
“Stanley Yeager… But don’t look for him. He has someone backing him up.” Rafe looked terrified. “Youshould know that Frankie Yates is the boss of our headquarters.”
Frankie Yates? Zayne’s nephew.
“Was Frankie there when Stanley beat you up?” Donald asked.
Rafe fell silent and dared not speak a word.
“Answer me!” Donald’s expression darkened.
Rafe was terrified by Donald’s expression, and he quickly said, “He was there. Other than Frankie, Yvettewas there too! Anyway, you should not look for Frankie. He’s Zayne’s nephew!”
He paused for a brief moment before grabbing Donald’s hands tightly. “Zayne is one of the most powerfulpeople in Pollerton!”
“All right. I know that. You get some rest,” comforted Donald.
“Ew! That’s so disgusting!” Suddenly, a scream was heard.
Donald straightened his back and turned around expressionlessly. A chubby woman was standing by thedoor with a disgusted expression. She glared at Rafe, who was lying in the patient’s bed.
That woman was none other than Faye, Rafe’s wife.
She glanced at the vomits in the trash can, and she did not disguise the disgusted look in her eyes.“Rafe, are you even a man? How did you only manage to get eight thousand when the commission isworth a million? Why are you still lying here instead of questioning Stanley? You’d better get out of bednow and demand him give you a million. Or else, I’ll divorce you!”