Bruno took Thomas under his arm and started toward the exit, but Quinton's bodyguards closed ranks and blocked them solid.
Quinton kept his hands in his pockets, voice dripping with contempt. "Put him down. He belongs to the Harding family. If he dies, he dies under our roof."
"I don't care what kind of stunt you're pulling, Reginald. Take your lowlife crew and get out. Now."
Before I could respond, Vivian, who'd been lying on the hospital bed, suddenly broke into pitiful sobs.
He kicked off the covers and ran barefoot to Quinton's side, latching onto his arm.
"Quinton, please don't blame Reggie. This is all my fault!"
"I shouldn't have gotten sick. I shouldn't have needed Thomas's bone marrow... If Reggie insists on taking him, then just let me die!"
He stood there in an oversized white hospital gown, eyes red and swollen, swaying like he might collapse at any second.
Quinton immediately pulled him close, his glare cutting back to me twice as sharp.
"You hear that, Reginald? Vivian is this kind and selfless, and your so-called brother is that selfish? It's just a little bone marrow. Instead of giving back, he goes running to gangsters to trash our home!"