"I know you're worried about her, but you should also take care of your own health. I'll have someone look into her background to see if we can find her family, or others who can take care of her."
Edward White walked to his wife's side, squatted down, and reached out to embrace her shoulder.
Seeing the doctor leave, he remembered another big matter for which he returned.
"Charles called me yesterday and asked me to come back to prepare for his marriage..."
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Saba City.
International Airport.
VIP Lounge.
Lucas Scott sat on the leather sofa, supporting his head with one hand, his charming face grim with exhaustion, as if he hadn't slept for days and nights.
He lowered his sinister eyes slightly, the once sharp pupils now dim.
Even the shirt he was wearing seemed wrinkled and stuck to his strong body like pickles...