"About to die? What's going on?"
"You're healthy, and as for the malady within you, take the medication I provided, take care of your body every day.
Even if you won't live another twenty, thirty years, at least within the next ten years, you shouldn't have any health concerns," William Cole began.
"As a doctor, I don't see any reason for your death. Why do you believe you will die?"
Patriarch shook his head: "You wouldn't understand, it involves all kinds of conflicts."
"All I can tell you is, there are more than a few in Capital City who want me dead."
"Capital City isn't as simple as it seems on the surface, behind the scenes, there are numerous hands pushing progress."
"You've stirred up some trouble in Capital City recently. Some eyes have begun to take notice of you." Patriarch looked at William Cole, squinting his eyes and laughing.
"If you don't join me and continue to cause trouble, maybe someone will squish you like a grasshopper."