"Dad? Dad? Don't leave me behind..." Isaiah Lewis clawed at the ground, his cries of pain rang out as he desperately tried to grasp at his grandfather, the last straw that could save him, but Old Master Lewis walked away swiftly.
Waylon Lewis motioned with his hand, and Thomas Hughes immediately stepped forward.
"Send someone to search."
"Yes."
At that moment in the hospital, Old Master Lewis who was extremely anxious, arrived at Hope Williams' hospital room.
"Little Hope."
Seeing Old Master Lewis approaching, Hope Williams tried to sit up, but Old Master Lewis immediately stopped her, "Don't move, don't move, you need to rest properly now. How are you feeling? Is there any discomfort?"
Hope Williams shook her head, "Much better, I worried you."
Emotions of agony and anger occupied Old Master Lewis' eyes, "To hurt you like this is simply despicable. Did Waylon mention that this matter is related to Isaiah?"