Seeing this, Adam Jones furrowed his brows, a hint of impatience glimmering in his eyes, "Is there anything else?"
Robert Green felt rather troubled, guessing that bringing up this matter would probably cause more trouble.
The president had already been tormented enough because of his wife’s situation, could he handle any more stress?
But to remain silent would be irresponsible of him.
"President, regarding the company’s bid floor, besides a few core senior executives, the only other person who knows is... is the madam..."
As he said this, he cautiously glanced at Adam Jones and met his sharp and intimidating gaze, which frightened him into quickly bowing his head.
The president’s look was so scary~
A few seconds later, being a responsible assistant, Robert Green, still stiffened his back and ventured, "President, I know I shouldn’t say this, but..."
"If you know you shouldn’t say it, then shut up and swallow it back down."
Although the president was still very weak and looked deathly pale, his imposing manner was truly frightening!!!
Sheepishly touching the tip of his nose, he immediately took the hint and said, "Then you should rest well, President. I’ll head back to the company to handle the matters."
After speaking and seeing that his boss wasn’t giving him a pleasant look, Robert Green couldn’t help slapping himself across the mouth.
Serves you right for running your mouth! Serves you right for running your mouth!
As he stretched out his hand to open the door to leave, he saw the person standing outside the door, his expression changed, and he timidly called out, "Ma... Madam."
Sitting on the bed, Adam Jones heard the words "Madam" and was startled, swiftly turning his head to look towards the door, seeing Elly Campbell standing there with breakfast in her hand, expressionless.
Adam Jones’s frown was imperceptible as he wondered if Elly had overheard their conversation just now.
In that instant, Adam Jones became suddenly tense, and as he tensed up, his stomach began to twist in pain. His gaze was fixed on Elly’s face, unsure what she was really thinking.
"Assistant Baker, good morning."
Elly Campbell greeted him, and then, passing by him, entered the hospital room and placed the breakfast on the large round marble dining table in the room.
"Ma... Madam, good morning."
Robert Green raised his hand and instinctively touched his forehead, feeling a thick layer of cold sweat trickle down.
Receiving Adam Jones’s chilling, stern warning glance, he shrank his neck and, wanting to avoid being sent to the mailroom once again, very knowingly took his leave.
"President, Madam, I’ll be leaving first."
As he spoke, he also looked at Elly Campbell with a hint of ingratiating himself, saying, "Madam, please take good care of the president."
As soon as his words fell, without giving Elly a chance to object, he quickly closed the door of the hospital room.
"Come here for breakfast."
Elly Campbell looked over at him, appearing completely unbothered as if she hadn’t heard any of Robert Green’s words, which quietly relieved Adam Jones.
He got out of bed and walked over to the table to sit down. The breakfast was something Elly had specially gone to buy from a nutrition breakfast shop that caters to patients nearby.
Even though the hospital was public, the high-end surgical building in another part of the hospital was privately owned. Both the medical equipment and the doctors’ expertise were at a higher level.
The financial and institutional management were separate from the public side; in effect, they were two distinct hospitals.
The patients who came here were essentially the wealthy of the city or dignitaries of high status.
There was a dedicated medical and nursing system in place, and dietary services included meal plans by a nutritionist, with meals delivered to the ward by specialists on a regular schedule.