Perhaps it was because he had received plenty of bad news that day, but Dean's ability to bear the news had increased.

When he heard what Sebastian said, he did not get angry which would worsen his condition.

He looked straight ahead at the white wall in front of him. He froze. It was as if someone had cast a spell over him.

Sebastian looked at his father in a daze, as if he saw his father suddenly aging ten years in front of him.

Dean had never looked this depressed.

"Dad, I don't think we can get this money back. You should just accept it!" Sebastian said once more, consoling his father, "How much did you borrow? We'll slowly pay it back."

Dean snickered condescendingly, "Sebastian, I'm not dead yet! Even if Angela and Mary have died, it can't change the fact that Elliot is a dead man walking! I have never been afraid of anyone in my entire life! So, what if he is richer than me? I'll just fight with him!"

"Dad, you should recuperate. Your health is more important," Sebastia