JAMES’ POV

“You haven't gotten back to me ever since. I've been sitting here all day. I have better things to do,” I said, trying hard not to raise my voice. I was there to see the owner of Greenlife Med.

I just got the information that the old man was dead. He handed everything over to his son. You would think that the son would let me rest and forget about all the damage that my drug had caused. Nothing of that sort happened.

He had been bombarding me with emails the minute he sat down in his father's chair. The least that young man could do was actually...