Bobby was carried out of the hospital, tucked under the arm of a tall man. By the time they got in the car, his face was flushed red, not from exhaustion, but from anger.
Scott Harris kept sneaking glances at him through the rearview mirror. Bobby's face remained stern throughout the ride, like Baron Lawrence owed him 750 thousand, refusing to utter a word.
The atmosphere in the car was too tense, so Scott couldn't help but sneak a peek through the mirror and said, "Young Master, Ms. Lewis bought you some candy, I put it away for you."
"Mm." Bobby responded with little emotion, acknowledging it.
Scott scratched his head, trying to come up with something else, "Young Master, where did you and Ms. Lewis hang out for so long just now?"
Bobby had never thought Scott talked this much before. If Scott hadn't usually treated him well, he wouldn't even want to respond, "The supermarket."
