"Mister, it’s Frank Mitchell who has secretly hard the Young Master, causing the car accident."
Jas Shannon fell silent, disbelief resonating in his cold voice, "Charlie River, are you sure?"
"Mister, when it cos to matters concerning the Young Master, how dare I deceive you?" Charlie River continued, "Mister, from the beginning when the Young Master asked to check Frank Mitchell’s background, I had suspicions. I just didn’t anticipate that Frank Mitchell would actually dare to go this far!"
"Impossible."
Jas Shannon refuted, "Frank Mitchell would not do such a thing."
"Mister, at this mont the Young Master is still in the ICU, hovering between life and death. Your words are quite disheartening!"
Charlie River, taking his courage in both hands, spoke these words. Once finished, his shirt was soaked with cold sweat. Cold sweat was streaming down his forehead. He raised his hand to wipe away the sweat, forcing himself to stay calm.
Jas Shannon had never imagined that Frank Mitchell and Thomas would be connected, let alone that Frank Mitchell would dare to act against Thomas.
"Charlie River, Frank Mitchell has no reason to harm Lincoln."
"Mister, if he didn’t harbor deep resentnt, why would Frank Mitchell dare to risk everything? Mister, I personally handed the docunts on Frank Mitchell to the Young Master. The relationship between his mother and you..."
"Charlie River!"
Jas Shannon growled in suppressed rage, "How dare you!"
Charlie River trembled, vehently suppressing the tremor in his voice, "Mister, I’m speaking the truth. It’s the unjust treatnt of the Young Master that I can’t bear! Why did Frank Mitchell treat the Young Master in this way? Who is he relying on? Who gave him the power?"
Each question was pointed as a sharp blade.
Furious, Jas Shannon slamd the table, "Charlie River, shut up!"
"Mister, I’m sorry; I have overstepped my bounds." Charlie River’s voice fell. "It’s just that... the Young Master’s life is hanging by a thread, and my heart is anxious, which made lose my composure. Please, Mister, understand."
The phone call finally ended.
Charlie River was soaked through, as if he had just been fished out of the water.
He ca to the sickbed, looking at the man going through so files, "Young Master, I’ve told Mister Shannon exactly as you asked."
"Mhm. What did my father say?"
"Mister Shannon said he would co to see you imdiately."
"What about my mother?" This was what Thomas was most worried about.
"Don’t worry, Mister Shannon will co alone; he won’t worry Madam."
Even if the ssage was widespread, Charlie River believed that Jas Shannon would suppress the ssage.
"Mhm." Thomas Shannon gave a nonchalant nod, threw off the thin quilt, got up from the bed, and said, "It’s ti to leave."
Charlie River understood. "Young Master, the helicopter is ready. It’s waiting on the top floor."
The party boarded the helicopter and left the hospital.
「A Vacation Villa in City T.」
"OW."
Harry was held in Thomas’s embrace. Thomas was scratching his chin as his cold eyes shifted towards Charlie River, "Any ssage about the maniac?"
Charlie River shook his head, "Young Master, the maniac is still at Lucifer’s Manor in Country F and hasn’t left, so we couldn’t find any ssage about her."
Thomas sneered. He lowered his head, petting Harry’s fluffy head, "What an ungrateful fellow!"
"Young Master, I don’t think the maniac will show up voluntarily. Do you want to..."
"Want what?" Thomas’s eyes narrowed dangerously. "Go find her?"
Charlie River nodded.
"Hmph, let her stay in Country F then. She can stay as long as she wants!"
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