"Knox Ridge, go and see where Aron Jackson is."
Gonzalez City, Central Hospital.
In a high-level ward.
Burl Radcliffe waved his hand towards Knox Ridge.
"Ah, okay."
Knox Ridge immediately picked up her phone and ran towards the corridor.
"Dad, are you close with Aron Jackson?"
Quella Radcliffe, seeing this scene, raised her eyebrows and asked.
By now, she was almost certain.
The person lying in front of her was not her father at all!
She couldn't believe that a person could change this much.
Just like a stranger.
No telepathy whatsoever.
"Hehe, when you weren't here, luckily Mr. Jackson took care of me. Speaking of which, we really should thank him properly."
Burl Radcliffe smiled, but his eyes kept staring at the doorway.
And in the ward, the nurse who had been standing the whole time also seemed somewhat anxious.