Alex's POV:
It was late at night when I arrived in New York; the ambulance was already waiting to transfer Orlene to the hospital.
"I will go with them," Dad said, and I shook my head in denial.
"I am coming as well," I said, and he frowned angrily.
"Don't you dare show me that attitude? I told you to bring her back, but you always do what you want. Just admit it, this time you were wrong," he scolded before getting into the ambulance, which drove away.
I clenched my fist as I watched the ambulance drive away, then the car pulled in front of me and I walked in.
"Sir, how did it go?" Bruno asked, and I dragged my tie off my neck.
"First, I will deal with that center. Why do they have bricks as walls? Those kids can harm themselves," I scolded, and he nodded.
"Then who will you deal with next?" he asked as he drove out of the airport.