A little girl sold her bicycle so her mother could eat, and then a mafia boss discovered who had stolen everything from them-yilux

“He’s at Saint Mary’s Hospital,” she said quickly. “Room… I think 204. They said we need to pay before they continue treatment.”

The second man shifted slightly.

“Boss, that hospital—” he began.

“I know,” Rocco cuts him off.

His tone was calm, but there was something beneath it now, something colder.

Controlled.

Decided.

“Prepare a payment,” Rocco continued. “Full amount. And speak to the administration directly.”