The Mafia Master's Toy
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Olivia then looked at Laurie who was pushed by Alvaro out of the treatment room. Actually Olivia was sad to have to separate back from Laurie. But, this was all for his good. Yes, actually Laurie was conscious and after Nala contacted him earlier, Alvaro who had fallen in love with Laurie took the initiative to take her away.
"Yourselves... "
Olivia breathed a long breath, then wiped the tears that began to come out of the corner of her eyes. Suddenly the door of treatment opened. Hearing the door open, Olivia pretended to cry while screaming.
"LAURIE!" olivia cried hysterically while crying.
"LAURIE! WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME, SON! LAURIIIEEEEE, hu.., hu.., hu..," isak Olivia glanced at Zack who was now looking panicked. She then approached Olivia who was currently seen dropping her body onto the floor while continuing to cry and scream.
"Mom, what really happened, Ma?" ask Zack. Olivia glanced at Zack, then looked at him with a cynical look.
"THIS IS BECAUSE OF YOU! IT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE A SAVAGE BOY!"
"Mama, please tell me what really happened. Where's Laurie, Ma? Why isn't he on top of that safe?"
"YOU ASK ME WHERE LAURIE IS, HUH? ALL THIS HAPPENED BECAUSE OF YOU! IT ALL HAPPENED BECAUSE OF YOU! NOW THAT SHE'S GONE, LAURIE'S GONE BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T WANT TO SEE YOU! LAURIE LEFT BECAUSE SHE WANTED TO GET AWAY FROM YOU!"
"What do you mean, Mama? So Laurie's awake?"
"Yes, he's awake but he's out of this hospital! And all this happened because of you! He did all of that because he wanted to get away from you! Don't you realize yet, you actually hurt my daughter! You have depressed my daughter to escape like this! Think about Laurie's fate? Right now he must be hanging on the street. He didn't even bring a penny. Try to think, how's my daughter out there? Living hungry and having no place to take shelter, but he would rather all that suffering than live with you! Now you understand how my daughter is suffering living with you!"
Hearing Olivia's words, Zack could only be silent for a long time, until a moment later a soft voice was heard from his lips. "I'm sorry, Ma" said Zack Lirih. He then walked away from the treatment room with a blank look.
***
Zack seemed to enter his house with a look so moody. Nala who was eating lunch was surprised by the change in Zack's face.
'What's wrong with the demon king? Why did his face suddenly become more like a demon?' inner Nala. He was simply observing Zack's limp steps that were currently walking towards his room.
"What a weird thing, doesn't he want to greet me? Why did he just pass me by? Are his eyes blind enough to see an angel like this?" nala's grumbling is back.
He then hurriedly followed Zack's steps. "Master!" call Nala when she's standing behind Zack.
"I don't want to be bothered" replied Zack flatly.
"Did something happen to you? Why is your face like that?"
But Zack remained silent and left Nala.
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The hour hand almost showed at twelve in the afternoon, Nala looked out of the room for lunch. However, by the time he reached the dining table, the table looked empty. There was only a housekeeper who was preparing food on the table.
'Why hasn't Zack come down yet? Is he not hungry? Has he not eaten since yesterday? Has that guy turned into a Superman who can't eat for days?' inner Nala.
"Bi, is Mr Zack not down yet?" nala asked the maid who was preparing the lunch.
"Not Miss, hasn't Mr Zack been out of the room since yesterday?"
"Don't he really be mad at me? Or did he really commit suicide? Ah no this must not happen if he really dies surely the balance of the world will be chaotic! He's a mafia leader, can't just die for love. Even if he dies, it's better if he dies in a way that's a little cooler, for example fighting with fellow mafia. Or arrested by the President. Then better let me see him now!" nala. He then climbed back upstairs and walked towards Zack's room.
When he opened the door to the room, it looked like Zack was already lying on the floor. "God! Is he really dead?" shout Nala. He then approached Zack and watched him for a while, then saw Zack who was still breathing.
"Ah turned out not dead, maybe just fainting means it can still be saved. The balance of the world has not faltered, otherwise I am ashamed to work for such a weak mafia. Ck, how is this he not to die! Well, let's just say it, I'd better take it to the hospital now. Let the doctor take care of it, if I take care of it later he really dies and I become the suspect? Ah this isn't funny!"
Nala then calls some of Zack's men downstairs to get Zack to go to the hospital. Zack is then taken by his men into the car, accompanied by Nala and two of his men.
As they were on their way to the hospital, Nala glanced at Zack who was currently sitting limp in the back seat. The look on her face was so pale, seeing Zack's current state, Nala felt pity. But when he recalled the crime of Zack who had killed Derick and put Laurie in a coma, the annoyance re-entered Nala's heart, he also condemned her current situation.
'Ah actually the state of the man is very sad, but how else? He deserved it, he deserved to let Laurie go. But seeing her condition like this, it's good to talk about this to Aunt Olivia. It's possible that Laurie would want to see him, Nala's inner self.
Moments later they had arrived at the hospital, Zack immediately received treatment from the doctor, while Nala and some of his men seemed to wait in front of the emergency room. Shortly after, a doctor came out of the emergency room.
"With Mr Zack's family?"
"Yes, we're his family. How's the Doctor doing?"
"He was actually fine, just a lack of fluids and food intake, so his blood pressure and hemoglobin levels dropped. He just needs a complete rest at this hospital."
"Oh, so he's okay, isn't he, Doc?"
"It's okay, soon it can also be moved to the treatment room. You can wait for him in the treatment room."
"Oh well then, thank you very much, Doc."
"Yes, excuse me first."
The doctor then left Nala. Before long, Zack is transferred to the treatment room, exhausted Nala finally sleeps on the sofa, and puts her phone on the nightstand.
