Adrian's POV :
"...Yes, that's it, I just want to talk to a nurse. Yes! She's there in your hospital, Madame. She's skinny, with an auburn hair and she's short, I guess her name was Theresa, if I remembered well" I describe the nurse that gave me the fucking morphine that fucked up day to the receptionist over the phone, though she sounds very not comfortable to the idea of giving me her number, even after I fucking begged her, maybe I can use a different method with this stubborn chick. "Look! I'll say it again, my name is Adrian Eaton and that makes Anthony Eaton my Father, so I'll get that number with one way or another, why not just choose to be a friend to me now and give it to me, and perhaps you can ask me for a favor later. It's perfect idea to make us both happy, right?" I pull myself together and I try my best to make my voice sound cold and merciless, otherwise I won't get a rise out of her at all.