章節 595: Chapter 595 Bran Cook Died_1

"I'm sorry, Father."

In a private room of the Valentine's Hotel in Gonzalez City.

Elwood Thorneycroft knelt on the ground, looking at Fabian Percival in front of him, wrapped in bandages, not daring to lift his head.

"Vito, in the face of great misfortune, it's not your fault that you ran away. However, what we're facing is not a life or death separation, but a test."

Fabian Percival stretched out both arms, and the doctor behind him quickly and carefully wrapped the bandages.

He was severely injured, but his bones were fine. He only needed to rest and recuperate in peace.

"Vito knows he was wrong."

Elwood Thorneycroft's head was pressed firmly against the ground, he didn't dare raise it at all.

"Vito, Marthew Abernathy died, he was your brother."

Fabian Percival slowly closed his eyes: "He cannot die in vain."

"Vito understands."

Elwood Thorneycroft responded.