From his perspective, he could have a clear view of the hustle and bustle inside the hospital lobby, with people paying their thick stacks of medical bills.
Some were quietly making phone calls while sitting on the long bench in the center of the lobby.
Others sat at the opposite end of the bench, casually cracking sunflower seeds. With a small pile of seed shells in their hands, their faces expressed ease and contentment.
More than a couple strolled through the lobby arm in arm, their smiling eyes painfully glaring.
Justin Battleson clenched his fists tightly; his knuckles went pale from the exertion.
A stretch Rolls-Royce was parked quietly not far away. Noticing Justin’s delayed arrival, the car door was slowly pushed open, and the driver got out and sauntered over to him.
Justin’s lips were tightly pursed. His chiseled profile bore an iciness that was unbelievable.
The driver didn’t dare to speak; he just stood there, heads down, and waited.
Justin was clad in a black trench coat, which was unbuttoned, revealing a clean white shirt underneath. His face was expressionless, exuding an inexplicable chill.
Both men and women passing him by couldn’t help but do a double-take, their eyes filled with admiration.
It was unknowable how much time had elapsed when Justin lifted his head slightly and looked towards a ward on the third floor.
Now, Henry Hudson must be lying in that room. When he woke up, he would laugh while Charlotte Thompson handed him water and cut apples for him, and they chatted jovially.
Adam Ross from the past stood beside Charlotte, and now Henry could as well.
But why hadn’t it been his turn yet, even after all this time?
So the person in Charlotte’s heart has never been him, right?
At one point, he even thought that with a child involved, Charlotte had to belong to him. Fresh chapters posted on NoveI~Fire.net
But the development of affairs seemed to have gone far beyond his expectation.
A hint of desolation flashed in Justin’s eyes. He slowly relaxed his clenched fist and turned around to walk away.
Seeing him leave, the heavily oppressive air around the driver finally dissipated. He hurriedly followed Justin’s steps, got in the car, and sat in the driver’s seat.
Within seconds, the car started and slowly disappeared from the hospital entrance.
Justin sat in the back seat, reclining slightly, feigning sleep with his eyes closed, occasionally tapping his leg with his fingers.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, sat upright, pulled out his mobile phone from his pocket, and dialed a familiar number.
A man’s formal voice came from the other end of the line.
"Mr. Battleson, we have located Evelyn Curtis’s position."
Justin paused for a moment, keeping his eyes fixed on one spot in silence.
The man on the other end of the line sounded puzzled. "I’m not sure if there’s been a mistake, but the location shows that she’s at a prison in the northern suburbs."
Justin’s gaze sharply lifted. He leaned back and replied, "The location is correct. Assemble a team and head to the prison in the northern suburbs."
After hanging up the phone, without even slightly looking ahead, he spoke in an unusually cold voice: "Drive to the prison in the northern suburbs."
The driver was startled and wanted to ask why they were going there, but he reconsidered it, realizing that it would not be appropriate to intrude.
Without thinking, he immediately changed direction and headed north.
Justin lowered the car window, letting the crisp cool air blow in from outside, while he was lost in thought.