On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 167

Nathan clutched his phone, refusing to hand it over.

“Nathan White, give it to me,” George said, his voice dangerously low. “Don’t make me say it a third time.”

Nathan’s lips thinned, but he slowly extended the phone. George grabbed it, his eyes locking onto the screen. He stared at a single news alert for a long moment, then suddenly threw himself out of bed.

Nathan’s blood ran cold. He lunged forward and pushed George back down. “Anthony George, do you have a death wish?”

George gave Nathan a deep, piercing look before slowly rising to his feet again. The pain in his back was excruciating. The partially healed scabs felt like they were shrinking his muscles, each movement threatening to tear his skin open from the inside. He ignored it.

Seeing his determination, Nathan offered a compromise. “Fine, you can go. But you have to let me treat your wounds first. Otherwise, with this fever and an infection, you could die on the way there.”

George paused, his hand halfway to his shoes.

Nathan seized the opportunity. “Let me patch you up. At least then Ms. Brown won’t see how badly hurt you are, and you’ll be in better shape to confront your grandfather. Just wait, I’ll be quick.”

Nathan worked faster than he ever had in his career, dressing George’s wounds and administering medicine. Ten minutes later, George was staggering down the stairs.

He found Arthur George waiting for him in the living room. Flanking the doorway were eight bodyguards in black suits. Each man stood over six feet tall, legs apart, hands clasped behind his back in two imposing rows.

George stopped, his eyes fixed on his grandfather. “Grandfather, I need to go out.”

“Fine!” Arthur slammed his hand on the arm of his chair. “I am not an unreasonable man. Anthony George, if you can defeat these eight men, I will let you go.”

Nathan, who had been hiding on the landing, heard this and saw George adopt a fighting stance. He couldn’t stay hidden any longer. He ran down the stairs, “Arthur, he’s running a high fever, and his wounds are infected! Please, reconsider! What could possibly be more important than his life?”

Arthur shot a reproachful look at Nathan. “It seems you knew about this all along. Not only did you fail to inform me, but you enabled him. Nathan, I have wasted my affection on you.”

Nathan moved to Arthur’s side. “Arthur, you can punish George however you see fit, but only when he’s well. Look at him now! You’re pushing him to his death!”

Arthur’s voice boomed through the hall. “I am not pushing him to his death! He is pushing me to mine!”