"Haitao, what do you mean by this?" Kendrick angrily demanded, his frustration boiling over. His eyes burned with a mixture of confusion and anger, desperately seeking answers.
"I should be the one to ask you this question, Kendrick. You better ask your personal secretary what happened to Amelia and why you didn't get any of our messages and calls," Haitao retorted, pointing his finger at Chun, who felt a shiver run down her spine. His words were sharp, cutting through the tension in the room like a blade.
Chun's face drained of color, her earlier confidence now replaced by a look of sheer panic. She stood there, paralyzed, as all eyes turned to her. But Amelia didn’t even glance at her.
"Brother Haitao, is it alright if I don't go back to the hospital tonight? My father is actually here; I want to spend time and go back with him," Amelia politely asked, her voice steady despite the turmoil around her. She glanced at Haitao, her eyes pleading for his understanding.