If it weren't for this, why would he have been driven into a corner and come to seek Nathalie Quinlan's help again?
Jeff Quinlan felt very heavy-hearted and was about to continue persuading her.
But at this moment, Nathalie Quinlan's phone suddenly rang.
She looked at the incoming call.
Alfred Garland.
Recalling the little guy telling her to go to the hospital earlier, her gaze became gentler. Without the interest to deal with the persistent man, she walked away to answer the phone.
"Hello. I'll be right there."
"It's not that, Ms. Quinlan, the young master, the young master has had an accident!"
Nathalie, who had been casually circumventing Jeff Quinlan and hailing a cab at the side of the road, was startled for a second, doubting her own ears, "How could Edric possibly have an accident if he's fine in the hospital? Does he have a stomach ache?"