In Los Angeles Memorial Hospital, Aron, who was sitting in Jeff's ward, slowly picked up the phone.
"How is it? How is the investigation going? Did Nelson succeed?" Aron asked coldly.
Hearing this, Jeff, who was sitting by the bed having soup, sat up straight. He forgot the delicious soup right now. When he thought of how his legs were broken last night, he was furious.
He was the son of a bank president. Although his family was not as good as the Simpson family, his father was also a famous person. The guests Aron received every day were all big shots. However, Jeff was crippled by a loser who sold knives. Jeff would never let Trent off!
"Mr. Mason, Nelson..."
"What happened to him?" Aron was nervous.
Jeff's pupils constricted, and he held his breath, ready to listen to the exciting news.