"Sister-in-law, don't worry, it won't take more than ten minutes for us to get to the hospital,"
Inside the Maybach, Aron Jackson sat in the passenger seat, speaking to comfort her.
"It's okay."
Quella Radcliffe leaned on the back seat, holding Anna Harris's hand, with an anxiety she couldn't hide on her face.
Her father's sudden illness left her somewhat at a loss.
"Since I received the message from Brother Davenport, I have arranged for my men to stand guard at the entrance of the central hospital." Aron Jackson turned around and smiled, "Sister-in-law, you have no need to worry, if there is any situation, my people will report to me immediately."
After saying that, he rolled down the window and took out a cigarette from his chest.
"I heard Brother Davenport ran into a little trouble in the capital, nothing serious, I hope?"
"It's fine, no major issues,"
Quella Radcliffe smiled, "You know how it is, wherever he goes, trouble follows."