The exams showed that there was nothing wrong with Willie.

But he insisted on staying, claiming aches everywhere and breath trouble.

"The doctor has given you the all clear. No blackmail!"

Tyrese glared at him.

His eyes were bulging and he wished Willie vanished.

"The doctor just missed the problem. I'm unwell. If you boot me, I'll haunt you daily, telling everyone about your hit and run!"

Willie threatened.

This was obviously blackmail.

Anyone facing this would be furious!

Tyrese was so angry that he was on the verge of passing out.

“I have never seen such audacity. You look like so educated and yet you are so brazen?"

Willie blinked back. "I am not as shameless as you. Someone saved your father, and then you sued her. Aren't you afraid of the consequences of your actions?"

Tyrese suddenly caught on. "You're Camila's pawn, aren't you?"

"No, no, no, you're wrong. I'm the victim here. You're the culprit."

Willie, prone, insisted, "I need to be hospitalized. Refuse and I'll sue."

Tyrese was rendered speechless.

"You're out of line."

"I learned it from you," Willie said as he gripped his side.

Speechless again, Tyrese stormed off.

Homebound, he found that Willie actually was downstairs, wincing.