novelraw Chapter 372: Lost Their Minds
Chapter 372: Lost Their Minds
Adrian Lancaster was slightly stunned and quickly signaled his subordinates to let them pass.
Chase Fletcher stepped inside, his handsome face gentle, "I thought I saw you in the hallway just now."
"When did you return to the country?" Adrian Lancaster’s expression was like seeing an old friend, much more congenial.
Chase Fletcher, handsome and exuding the calm demeanor of a mature man, turned his gaze to the hospital bed, "What’s wrong with your wife? Is she not feeling well?"
Although they hadn’t met before, he had seen this girl’s face in the news; she was even prettier than in the photos!
Faye Turner leaned against the headboard, her expression gentle, having never met him before, she wasn’t sure how to address him, so she simply smiled in response, "It’s nothing, just a check-up."
While Adrian Lancaster and Chase Fletcher engaged in brief conversation, Rachel Sherman stood aside, staring at him, feeling a bit stunned!
Is it him?
On the night Dylan Shaw had harassed her, it was this man who had stepped in to help her and then drove her home.
At that time, she hadn’t taken his contact details, nor did she know his name...
Unexpectedly, she ran into him here today!
Perhaps sensing the gaze of another person in the room, the man conversing with Adrian Lancaster suddenly turned his eyes, and upon seeing Rachel Sherman, he was taken aback too!
In the hospital room, the two people who had met once before stared at each other, time seemingly standing still.
Adrian Lancaster glanced at him, then at Rachel Sherman, "What? You two know each other?" His tone clearly had a trace of surprise.
Chase Fletcher had just returned to the country; he had grown up mostly abroad.
Both of the staring people came back to their senses, and Rachel Sherman smiled.
Chase Fletcher softly said to everyone, "We met briefly a few days ago, and you know each other too? What a coincidence."
Then, he fixed his gaze on Rachel Sherman, "Hello, I’m Chase Fletcher."
As he finished speaking, he extended his hand toward her like a gentleman.
"Hello, I’m Rachel Sherman." She extended her hand as well, and they exchanged a light handshake.
This was their second meeting, in the hospital ward.
In the ancient Lockwood Old Manor, Eliza Hayes arrived on the third floor of the backyard, looking at the empty room as if it had been ransacked.
Seeing the locked cabinet doors pried open, all medical records, documents, and some medications were taken away!
She clenched her fists, fury burning in her eyes, as she was absolutely enraged!
"Damn it!! Adrian Lancaster!! Damn it!!" she roared, both angry and frightened!
After the outburst, panic consumed her!
Adrian Lancaster is suspicious of her!
Is that why he is gathering evidence? He took everything away?! Stripped every clue bare!!
Nanny Warren, her heart pounding, came in with an ice pack.
Seeing her face swollen from where Adrian hit her, she was overwhelmed with sorrow and heartache.
"Madam, apply some ice." No matter what, Nanny Warren was Eliza Hayes’ confidante.
Eliza Hayes suddenly burst into a foolish laugh towards the sky—
"Hahahaha!"
She spun around the room several times, fire in her eyes, her voice trembling with anger—
"He took all the medical records! Hahahaha! What do you think he’s trying to do? Does he want to be God? Does he think he can control everything?!"
Eliza Hayes was deeply tormented! Memories surged in her heart! Pain! Heart-wrenching pain!!
Nanny Warren stood a short distance away with the ice pack, silently watching her, tears welling in her eyes and blurring her vision.
Spinning, she crashed into the corner of a wall, hugged her knees, and murmured sadly—
"He actually dared to hit me, hahaha! If he knew the truth, he’d probably send me to jail, wouldn’t he?"
"Haha, Nanny Warren." She lifted her gaze, her eyes crimson, asking bitterly and hatefully, "Do you think if he knew the filthy blood that flows in him, he could still hold onto the CEO position at Prestige Group?"
Holding the ice pack, Nanny Warren felt a heavy thud in her heart, "..." She’s gone mad, completely mad; could she really drag her own son down because of a slap?