#Chapter9
Timothy Giannatto
He entered the building again to accompany Melody with the checkup, it was the best thing he had to distract him. It had been a while, weeks since he had done anything but drink in the evenings, attend his daily duties at the family offices and kill himself at the gym, doing hours and hours of weights.
/"This hospital is practically owned by Mr. Giannato’s family, they donate a lot of money every year for the maintenance of the entire center,/" commented the woman who was in her late forties, with a brown bow tie and droopy eyes adorned with thick horn-rimmed glasses. /"What do I say a lot of money! I’d say a lot, millions I’m talking about girl, did you really not know who you were with?/" the woman asked Melody.