As the man drove quickly in the direction of the hospital, he bit the bullet and called Albert.
Every second of waiting for the call to be connected was a torment, and finally after five rings, the other party answered the phone.
"Hello," sounded Albert’s deep voice.
The man’s heart, liver, spleen and lungs trembled, and he said directly.
"Mr. Gillespie, I deserve to die!"
Hearing this, the voice of Albert, who was in a company meeting, suddenly turned cold.
"What’s going on? What’s going on? Something happened to Cynthia?" He asked nervously.
Could something have happened to Cynthia?
The other people in the meeting room looked at Albert, who suddenly had a cloudy face and a terrifying expression on his face, and they didn’t dare to take a breath.