Henry Fuller clenched his molars tightly, and after a long while, he struggled to spit out a word, "Fine."
"I'll go back and look for evidence, but my grandfather can't be completely dissociated from this matter, although he wasn't the mastermind."
"Talk to me with evidence, you have only two hours." Waylon Lewis extinguished his cigarette butt and turned to leave.
...
Henry Fuller did not return to the Fuller home, but went straight to Vivia Fuller's hospital room.
Vivia Fuller curled up on the hospital bed, covering herself entirely with the blanket. Henry Fuller strode in and flung off her blanket.
Vivia Fuller felt a chill, the glaring light striking her pale face, and long-term darkness made her uncomfortable with the bright lights.
She frowned, struggled to flutter her eyelids, her hand frantically groped on the bed, trying to grab the blanket back and hide herself again.