She glanced back, closed the door, and after ensuring Asher Land wouldn’t suddenly co in, she answered Oliver Johnson’s video call.
She didn’t see Oliver Johnson imdiately; the first thing that caught her eye was a large, ancient room.
Then the cara kept moving, and Sophie Smith saw Christopher Smith lying on the big bed.
He seed to have fallen into a coma. He lay quietly on the bed, a needle inserted in his hand, surrounded by large dical machines, with an occasional doctor in a white coat coming in to observe sothing around Christopher Smith.
"What’s wrong with my dad?" Her voice was sowhat anxious, "Has he passed out?"
"Yes."
She heard Oliver Johnson’s voice co through, but she couldn’t see his face.
"Uncle Smith’s condition is very poor right now, and the doctors are trying their best to treat him."
"Mr. Johnson, I’m begging you, can you tell your address now?" She sobbed as she spoke.
"I can’t tell you my address now. The only thing I can tell you is that I won’t do anything to harm Uncle Smith. On the contrary, I will do everything I can to treat his illness. Of course, the prerequisite is that you must follow my instructions."
Her shocked expression was visible to him, and she couldn’t believe that Mr. Johnson, who was always a good person in her heart, would say such words.
"What do you an, are you threatening ?" Her lips were trembling, "Why are you doing this!"
"I’m sorry."
"Sorry? Ha, Oliver Johnson, please let my dad go. If there’s anything, co at !"
What is this?
Why is he deceiving her like this? What does he take her trust and respect for?
"I’ll hang up now. I’ll send you what I need you to do on your phone. Rember, don’t let anyone see it."
After saying this, he hung up the call.
She helplessly and painfully squatted on the cold floor, clutching her phone tightly.
It wasn’t long before a text ssage ca through.
She expressionlessly opened the ssage, and after reading the short line of text, her entire body stiffened, her face suddenly turning pale.
She finally understood why he suddenly approached her and was so good to her; it turned out everything had a purpose.
How could she not see through this sinister heart in the slightest?
She was desperate, completely desperate.
...
Oliver Johnson put away his phone, his gaze sowhat vacant.
Henry Johnson walked over, took out a dical report, and handed it to Oliver Johnson.
"Big brother, that Christopher Smith probably won’t live much longer. The doctors’ diagnosis this afternoon was less than three months; his organs have already failed..."
"Don’t give nonsense, try your best to save him. If these doctors don’t work, replace them."
He had already wronged her, and now he didn’t want anything to happen to Christopher Smith. If anything happened to Christopher Smith, she probably would never forgive him for the rest of her life.
"Big brother, did Sophie Smith agree to your request?" Henry Johnson asked, since now the opportunity for Hush Sky Group to turn things around rested on that woman.
"She will agree."
"Are you so sure? After all, Asher Land isn’t easy to deal with, let alone she’s just a woman..."
"In Asher Land’s heart, she is not an ordinary woman."
He closed his eyes, seeming to think about sothing.
"I will make him utterly defeated, just because of this woman."
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