"Ella, is Arthur Lindsey hospitalized?" Marcus Moore asked hurriedly.
"Yes, he's at a nearby MIC hospital." Ella Lacey ran quickly with short steps.
"I have an apartment near MIC, let me drive you there." Marcus steered Ella towards the patrol car that was parked nearby.
After getting in the car, Ella kept anxiously watching the time. She had been out for nearly half an hour, Arthur must be starving by now.
"Ella, can you cook?" Marcus asked, finding it hard to believe.
If he remembered correctly, Ella was pampered from a young age in the Lindsey family. She had never done any household chores like cooking or even washing dishes.
"Mmm, I can." Ella pressed her lips together, her mind already racing about which dishes she should stir-fry later.
Marcus still didn't believe her. Considering her spoilt life with the Lindsey family, at most, her culinary skills were probably limited to boiling instant noodles, right?