"Okay, don't worry. I have Angela here to help, and everything will be fine." Although Oprah didn't know what Alfred was doing, she knew the many dangers around him.
After hanging up the phone, Alfred walked back to the room.
The doctor immediately bandaged his bleeding arm.
“It seems he is trying to kill you." The doctor looked at the bleeding wound on his arm, which was longer than a palm.
Alfred looked calm and said with a pale face, "He thought I was still a pushover like in the past."
"Mr. Alfred, will you tell your father?" the doctor asked.
Alfred shook his head, "If he cared about me, he wouldn't have left me out there in Manhattan for many years."
"Remember, we can't rely on anyone.
The doctor nodded.
But the more he treated Alfred's wound, the more shocked he became.
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