"By the way, if there's no problem at the hospital, let's meet in a while."
Concerned that Marcus Sharp might misunderstand, Ellie Doyle added, "Remember to bring the child."
Not giving Marcus Sharp a chance to continue speaking, Ellie Doyle quickly hung up.
Inside the car.
Marcus Sharp stared at the ended call screen, pursed his lips, and fell silent again.
Flynn Zimmerman was still unaware of what had happened, his face full of confusion, "Elder Hayes, what's going on between you and Professor Doyle? What misunderstanding?"
"Are you curious?" Marcus Sharp looked up, his cold gaze landing on Flynn Zimmerman.
Just one look.
Flynn Zimmerman shivered and shook his head with a forced laugh, "No, no, no, I didn't say anything!"
Marcus Sharp kept a stern face, handed the phone back to Flynn Zimmerman, and stared out the window at the buildings, exhaling a breath of murky air.
It seemed.
The misunderstanding was somewhat deep.
Half an hour later.