Jordan Thompson ran and dialed Henry Thompson's number at the same time.
"Big brother, save me, I feel like I'm not going to live much longer."
Henry was bewildered by these words. He hesitated for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Did you offend someone? Are you being chased by the mob?"
"It's worse than the mob," Jordan stammered.
"Worse than the mob? What the hell did you do?" Henry's voice grew stern.
Although Jordan was usually seen as irresponsible, the Thompson family's upbringing was strict, and he was not expected to cause any serious trouble.
"Well... I got into trouble with my brother-in-law."
Right now, he wished he could have a time machine to go back to before he spat out those foolish words.
After a moment of silence on the other end, Henry spoke softly, "You didn't tell Justin Battleson what I told you, did you?"
"You truly are my blood brother," Jordan sniffed.
"Damn it," but Henry didn't hesitate to distance himself from Jordan.
