Upon hearing Charlotte’s words, Oliver Hudson’s face tightened. He let out a bitter laugh, opened his mouth, but ultimately didn’t say anything.
The atmosphere in the room remained tense as Charlotte shielded Olivia behind her, her eyes icy cold.
Elsewhere, at the Riley Group.
In his office, Justin Battleson was reading a document, his sharp gaze scanning the words, but his mind was not on his work.
The door creaked open, Michael Richard walked in, quickening his pace.
Hearing footsteps, Justin didn’t even lift his gaze, lazily flipping through the documents in his hand. His deep voice asked, "What is it?"
"Mr. Battleson, we have news from the people you sent to watch Miss Thompson."
At these words, there was a slight change in Justin’s stern expression. He closed the document, lifted his gaze, finally granting Michael a glance.
He leaned slightly forward, asking softly, "What is it?"
Michael hesitated, then said, "Miss Thompson is currently at a hospital invested in by BK. Similarly, Mr. Ross and Mr. Hudson are there too."
Being associated with Adam Ross, Justin knew that the ’Mr. Hudson’ Michael referred to was Oliver Hudson, not Henry Hudson.
After a few seconds, Michael continued, "It seems that Miss Anne has suddenly fallen ill and been admitted to the hospital. However, looking at the situation, things seem to be quite bad over Miss Thompson’s end."
"Mr. Hudson seems to have lost his composure. The two of them almost had an argument."
Upon hearing this, Justin set the document aside, stood up, and picked up his jacket from the back of the chair.
"Send me the hospital’s address."
Seeing his movements, Michael couldn’t help but exclaim, "Mr. Battleson, it’s rather late already..."
Halfway through his sentence, Michael suddenly realized.
How could he stop Justin from doing something he had decided upon?
So, he remained silent, watching as Justin’s figure disappeared out the door.
Justin pedaled to the metal and arrived at the hospital in a matter of minutes. Once he found out which room it was, he quickly ascended the stairs and entered the corridor.
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The latter casually looked up, his gaze falling on Justin, a flash of surprise flickering in his eyes.
Adam straightened his body, looking somewhat puzzled, "Second brother, why are you here?"
Justin did not answer him. Instead, he directly asked, "Adam, where is Annie Anne’s room?"
Upon hearing this, the corners of Adam’s mouth twitched imperceptibly.
Why was everyone in such a rush to come over today? It looked like they could almost start a mahjong game.
"Oliver is also in the room. The atmosphere is tense. I’ve been trying to persuade him to leave, but he won’t..." Adam glanced towards Justin somewhat uncertainly before finally pointing towards the room, "Never mind, you should go take a look. Over there."
Even Adam, who’s usually eager for a spectacle, was trying to intervene. Justin felt a premonition.
This matter was probably not simple.
Walking towards the direction Adam pointed at, from outside the room, he could see that the door wasn’t fully closed. Inside was the dejected figure of Oliver.
Charlotte was standing opposite Oliver, her face not looking so good. Justin had seen this expression on her face too many times before.
Frowning slightly, looking extremely cold and impatient.
She appeared to be saying something, very emotional, while protecting a young girl behind her.
Justin naturally knew that the young girl was Olivia.
He paused slightly, then walked forward.