"Yes, the doctor said that I must make a prompt decision about the treatment plan. Madam, what should I do?"
Kelly choked with sobs.
Cynthia sneered in her heart. Instead of answering the question, she took Kelly's hand.
"Don't worry. You'll be fine. Go back and have a good rest. I'll find an expert for you."
Kelly nodded gratefully as if seeing a savior.
A trace of indifference flashed across Cynthia's eyes.
Amelie is going to continue to discuss the cooperation with Mr. Smith.
As soon as she came out of the house, several mysterious people took her away.
"Where are you taking me?"
Amelie looked coldly at the man in black and put her hand in his bag, trying to make a call.
"Ms. Mullen, our boss wants to see you. He hopes you'll give him the honor."
"Your boss?"
Amelie was confounded.
Who was their boss? Did she know him?
She was led to an advanced sanatorium.