Could it be something work-related?
Or perhaps...
An issue in his personal life?
He furrowed his brows, and by the time he arrived in Tijuana, it was past seven in the evening. The staff at the Governor's Mansion were already waiting and immediately received him.
"Christie, what on earth is going on?" After getting in the car, he asked his secretary, who was in front of him.
The latter hesitated but still recounted the incident.
Casare felt as if he had been struck by lightning out of the blue!
His eyes were blank; he couldn't even shed a single tear, yet his hands trembled.
When they arrived at the mental hospital, his legs were so weak that he almost kneeled on the ground as he got out of the car. Jason Bourne and the secretary supported him.
They helped him walk inside.
Victor was standing at the entrance.
"Boss!" Casare's voice trembled.
"Let's go inside."