The Son-In-Law Shot To Fame Chapter 67

“Didn’t you take a million from me to use as your shield?” Lana rolled her eyes at Donald. “All I’m asking is for you to meet my parents and have a meal together so that they will give up on this matter.”

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, Rafe had always seen Donald as his best pal. There was one time when Donald encountered some difficulties and 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, which was 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 the hospital. 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 found out that Jennifer had already settled Rafe’s medical bills, and she even paid around sixty thousand for the 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 him about Rafe.

In the ward, Rafe was lying on the bed with a bandage wrapped around his head. Blood was still seeping through his wound.

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The nurse explained, “The patient has a slight concussion after being injured by a blunt object. He needs around ten days to rest and recover. He also can’t get out of bed for the time being. Do you need us to call 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 down and 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 it away 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. “You should 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, Yvette was 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 powerful people 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 the door 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 yoư only manage to get eight thousand when the commission is worth a million? Why are you still lying here instead of questioning Stanley? You’d better get out of bed now and demand him give you a million. Or else, I’ll divorce you!”