Everyone could only hold their breath, standing stiffly at the side of the room. All eyes were on Lucian, sensing the heavy aura emanating from the big boss of Dominion.
Lucian sat right beside Primo's bed; his silence was more deafening than any internal scream echoing in everyone's heads at that moment.
Primo, on the other hand, remained on the bed, staring at his father just as sternly.
"Primo." Finally, Lucian broke the prolonged silence, his voice low and commanding. "Drink your medicine."
From what the doctor had said, it was just a simple viral infection—manageable. However, Primo was making it difficult for everyone by refusing to take medicine or be cared for. No one could even get close to him as he threw a tantrum.
He wouldn't even hydrate.
It was the reason Lucian had rushed back, as Nolan had no choice but to call the big boss. But even with Lucian present, Primo remained stubborn.
