His Purpose
128. Outragees

"Devil son of a bitch," sizzled Abhi.

Sandra snorted smilingly. His hands crossed with a look of disdain. "From here we know who's stronger." He walked closer. "New for a minute, but .. boom! I've managed to surprise you guys."

"Is this like a joke to you?" Abhi stared in disbelief. "For God's sake, Sandra, you're risking a lot of lives!"

Sandra sniffed indifferently. "Do you think I care?" He laughed. "Abi ... Abhis. Turns out you're still as stupid as you used to be. Don't you know your son is crueler than me?"

"No?" Sandra stood in front of Abhi. He slightly leaned in his face to whisper. "Originally you know, he killed dozens of innocent people ..." Sandra grinned. "Includes his son."

Abhi's jaw tightens. Unable to prevent her hand from pushing Sandra and slamming her against the wall. Sandra giggled as Abhi strangled her neck.

The man is hissing. "Not him, but you!" said sharp. "You tried to kill Maria and her child!" Abhi shouted loudly.

While Sandra laughed. The woman was already like a madman in Abhimanyu's eyes. Her eyes were low on her ex-husband.

"Stop, Abhi. You don't have to force yourself. Willis is not your domain to interfere. A weak man like you wouldn't be able to just understand us."

Sandra snorted, her eyes glancing down her chin. "You don't even know how to strangle."

Then he grabbed Abhimanyu's hand and pressed it deeper until it tightened. Sandra looked at Abhimanyu with a defiant look. The man tightened his jaw and looked at Sandra sharply.

Abhi tries hard to hold back his instincts, he gathers all the hatred that has been fostered for a long time until it becomes an infinitely emotional blob.

Sandra smiled in anguish. The two exchanged glances for a long time until Abhi threw her hand off the woman.

Sandra coughed holding her neck. But his lips did not come out laughing even though it sounded soft.

"I told you you couldn't do it. Hahaha ..." He looked up at Abhi who was now panting avoiding his gaze. "I am that you are that weak."

"Not being able to kill doesn't mean being weak." Abhi glanced at Sandra with a piercing look. "I'm not a demon like you power-hungry" he sighed sharply.

Sandra raised an indifferent eyebrow. He approached Abhi, rubbing the man's shoulder slowly. "And this demon who has given you offspring" he added felt victorious.

He grinned, while Abhi immediately brushed the wiggly finger off his shoulder. He immediately turned towards the door and stopped as he spoke. "Never touch Mary or Gibran. Or I'll make you regret it for life."

Abhi disappears behind the door, leaving Sandra who is now grunting a slanted smile. He stretched his neck rubbing Abhi's grip.

"What can he do with such a gentle heart?"

***

"Gibrans."

Gibran paid no heed to the approaching call of Abhimanyu. He glanced flat at the floor. His appearance was very messy with a crumpled and blackened white shirt.

Mary was saved, but she wasn't okay. His right hand was broken with several other wounds all over his body. Only one that Gibran is grateful for, their baby is still safe even though the situation is no less bad.

For this time Gibran will not denounce Abhi, because thanks to the men's shadow army Maria can come out before the fire spreads.

Many times he asked in his heart, why he could be this slow. Any more?

Rayan walked out of the treatment room, her eyes glancing at Gibran expressionlessly, her look coldly as she sauntered past the two men who were flinching at each other in the waiting chair.

Abhimanyu stood up awkwardly. "Sir Tjandra—"

"They want you. Can't you let Maria go?" Rayan ignored Abhi and looked straight at Gibran.

"He was close to death many times. Maybe at this time I can be soft because the baby in the womb is also my grandson. But until whenever I won't forget, that you put him in a coma and took his life."

"The incident has been going on until now. The condition of his head is proof of your savagery to him in the past."

"And don't forget the baby-to-be who once made you run away from responsibility."

"Losers like you shouldn't deserve to live." Rayan laughed cynically. "And the funny thing is after everything that happened you can still be arrogant. Remember, Gibran Wiranata, you owe me a great debt. If after this my daughter gets hurt again, I won't hesitate to take her away from you."

"No matter how big your power is, I'd rather he die than breathe a lifetime with someone like you."

After that, Rayan left Gibran and Abhi. Abhi looked down at his unreacted son on the spot. Soon Nick appears with a map in hand and hands it to Gibran.

"What's that?" asked Abhi curiously.

Nick lowered his head, he did not dare to look at the Great Lord with that simple face. "The hospital ownership file" he said nervously and slightly stammered.

Sontak Abhi frowned. He looked back at Gibran with a demanding look. "Gibran, what do you want to do with that hospital?"

Gibran stood up and replied indifferently. "Hospital? What hospital takes so many victims like that?"

"They don't deserve to stand up" he continued coldly.

He sauntered past Abhi followed by Nick who immediately nodded in disdain. Abhi stared at his son's departure and chanced upon him. "Don't tell me you want to destroy it? Gibran, are you crazy? Realize it, boy!"

"They're not wrong! Your mother was wrong! Why do you have to take it out on something that's out of place?"

Gibran looked fiercely. "If they're not mistaken Maria won't get hurt like now!"

"That damn place must be destroyed! I wouldn't watch her standing that solid while my wife lay weakly with a broken arm!"

"But it's not just Mary who is the victim. There are still many other victims besides your wife. Patients, doctors, nurses, all of them are going through the same thing." Abhi.

But Gibran shook his head. "Nobody is as bad as Mary except those who died. Those people ..."

"They trample on my wife like a fragile piece of floor!"

"I don't care about anyone else." Gibran grinned. "I'm not the one with a lot of conscience. I don't forgive anyone who interferes with my life."

"And as for Willis, I will repay them in a fair way" he concluded.

Abhi stared at the back of his son who was away. His eyes were dim and sad. Why did he grow up with that kind of upbringing? What should he do to change Gibran's perspective? Moreover, does the child still care about other than Maria?

Abhi pulled out a cell phone calling someone. "Evacuate all affected patients and victims there. Move them, divide them evenly into all branches of our hospital in some area."

"Okay, thank you."