Twick Shoe Factory
In the spacious General Manager's Office, Charles Colson leaned back on the sofa, his expression cold and distant, as he held his phone to his ear, speaking softly to someone.
A steaming cup of coffee was placed in front of him.
Not long after, he ended the call, sighed lightly, and casually placed the phone on the sofa.
Raising his hand, he rubbed his aching nose bridge.
A moment later, he stood up from the sofa, grabbed his phone, and strode out of the office.
Ten minutes later, his car drove out of the factory.
In the hospital, Crystal Sanders lay alone on the hospital bed, her delicate face faintly marked with tear stains.
The infusion had ended, and now she just needed to rest in bed.
In her ward, besides her and the television that was on, there was no one else.
Joseph Colson had left.
Came in a hurry, left in a hurry.
She felt an indescribable feeling in her heart.
She felt that she was no longer important to Joseph Colson.
