"What are you saying?" Tom tried to suppress his yawn as he heard his old, grumpy father-in-law burdening him with complaints.
The wrinkles on his face had multiplied.
"I'm saying, you need to help us. We don't have any source of income, Tom," George requested him tiredly.
All his employees had started working under Sienna, and Finn was trying to reach him. Poor George had no choice but to block his number.
He couldn't understand what had gotten into Sienna. Why was she behaving like this?
"You need my help," Tom poured himself a drink and then started swirling it in his glass, "What were you even thinking when you named your business in her name?"
George closed his eyes and shook his head in helplessness, "I don't know, man. I was under anaesthesia… and lost my leg… I've heard… I've heard that people behave differently when they are under a certain drug."
