George’s sharp gaze swept over the scene of chaos, finally fixing on Michael’s bloodied hand.
“Edward! Michael!”
Helen rushed forward, crouching to gently cradle Michael’s hand in her palms.
“Don’t be afraid, Michael. I’m here.”
Jason grew impatient at the sight of this procession. He sneered.
“What is this, a group scam? Did the whole nursing home come out to extort me? Lucky for you, I’m in a good mood today. Get lost while you can.”
George ignored him. Instead, he turned to an elderly man in glasses.
“Robert, call a doctor from Walter Reed National Military Medical Center.”
Jason’s sneer widened.
“Oh, Walter Reed, huh? Why don’t you just say the White House next?”
Samantha laughed so hard she nearly doubled over.
“What is this place—a collection center for America’s elderly trash?”
Helen set down her watering can. Once a famously tough “iron lady” in the Army, her fiery temper flared, her expression dark enough to drip blood.
“Watch your mouth, young lady. This home is not something you’re qualified to judge.”
“Well, aren’t you bold? Old hag, if you don’t stay out of this, I’ll hit you too!”
Jason raised his hand, ready to shove Helen. But George’s cane intercepted first, blocking him.