87 Frade or Daley?

"It's time to meet my brother," Daley said, looking at me with a tentative look in his eye. He walked in front and I followed him. A gust of cold wind poured in from the exit, and I shivered immediately as I was surrounded by fatigue. My feet were stepping up the steps, and as I approached the exit, my heart felt as if it had been seized by something.

I kept taking deep breaths to ease the tension. The moment I looked up, I saw Frade standing right in front of me. His face was still pale under the yellow light, and his hospital gown was changed into a long dark blue coat. A pair of green eyes staring ahead. His man, Mark, stands behind him with several bodyguards. I noticed that the men had guns at their waists. Their faces were grim, their eyes locked on Daley.

I got a bad feeling. Are they gonna fight?

"Hello, my dear brother." Daley stepped forward and stood in front of Frade. "I'm sorry I couldn't visit you in person at the hospital. You seem to be recovering well."