Oscar had already stepped three paces away.
Skye Lawrence looked at him in disbelief, "You want to imprison softly?"
The tall and handso man smiled slightly, reverting to his usual gentlemanly and elegant deanor, and said softly, "I just want you to take a good rest during this ti."
"Alright, you take a good rest. I have business to attend to at the company, so I’m leaving now. I’ll co to see you another day."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and left.
Skye Lawrence snapped out of her brief stupor and called out to him, "Oscar!"
The man who had walked to the door stopped in his tracks.
Her complexion was unclear, her beautiful eyes carried a hint of coldness, and she spoke word by word, "I don’t care what you are doing or trying to do. Rember, my dad and Baron are my bottom line. You better not harm them. Otherwise, even if I die, I’ll drag you down with !"
The man listened quietly to her finish, then turned his head to glance at her, expressionless, "Then you better rember this as well, right now you are Mrs. Oscar, my wife! ntion your so-called bottom line to only after you’ve rembered this point!"
A loud bang.
The hospital room door was shut.
Skye Lawrence slid down next to the bed, her eyes blankly staring at the closed door, her head felt like it was splitting.
The man outside the room did not leave imdiately as she had imagined.
After slamming the door, he stood outside for a while before striding out of the hospital.
The driver had been waiting at the door for him.
So he heard their final argunt, and while following him briskly, he hesitated to speak, looking at him with anger, unable to hold back, "How could Young Madam be like this! Even if she’s worried about her family, she shouldn’t speak to Young Master like this! Shouldn’t Young Master be at the top of her bottom line! Does Young Madam even know what Young Master has done for her..."
"That’s enough!" Oscar interrupted the words that were about to slip out, "Don’t say anymore."
"But..." Young Madam was originally not considerate of Young Master at all.
He really couldn’t understand why Young Master would like a woman like Young Madam.
Young Madam is a strong woman, very beautiful, and very capable. But after observing for so long, he truly felt that a woman like Young Madam was completely unsuited to be a wife.
Young Master has been bearing so much pressure for her, and she doesn’t even know.
This ti she even caused the company to lose billions, and then ran to the hospital due to a miscarriage. It’s all Young Master who is outside cleaning up her ss.
He saw with his own eyes Young Master running to find the Chairman that day, talking to the Chairman for a long ti. He didn’t know what Young Master promised the Old Master, but after that, Young Master had been busy for a long ti. But no matter what Young Master promised the Old Master, if it weren’t for Young Master, what makes her think she could still sit securely as the Young Madam of the Oscar Family?
"No buts." Oscar rubbed his temples, a gleam of coldness flashing in his eyes, "I heard a ssage from the hospital, saying that Habsden’s daughter couldn’t speak because of a ntal shock?"
"This..." The driver didn’t know how to respond.
He also didn’t know about Habsden’s daughter.
"Losing her voice on her honeymoon, the dia would definitely be interested in this news. Find so ti to leak this information."
Releasing this news would be a direct declaration of war. He believed that with that man’s capability, he would understand his ssage.
"Yes."
"Let’s go, back to the company."
"Alright."
The driver, still feeling indignant about what had happened earlier, refrained from saying more out of respect for him.
The dissatisfaction with Skye Lawrence was written all over his face, as he followed the man, disappearing around the corner of the hospital—
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