Nothing, Miss Bennet. You rest well. Ivan closed the car door and took a couple of steps back. He signaled the driver to leave.
The Maybach slowly drove out of the hospital compound. Rachel looked at Ivan from the rearview mirror and felt that he had wanted to say something to her.
She had wanted to force him to say it, but then on second thought, she didnt. If he didnt want to tell her, she didnt feel the need to ask. She just wanted to take Joey away and didnt want to do anything with Victor.
On the other hand, Ivan stood on the step and watched the Maybach drive farther and farther away. His eyes darkened, and he sighed.
Ivan had wanted to tell Rachel that Susan was not the person Victor wanted to see the most when he woke up, but it was Rachel. It had always been Rachel.
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But Ivan knew very well that he was in no position to say that.
As soon as Rachel entered her room, she received a video call from
Quintin.
Boss, how are you? Are you okay? Were you hurt? Quintin wished he could get out of the screen and check Rachel.
No, Im fine. Rachel removed her mask and took off her coat.
Quintin breathed a sigh of relief and asked, What about Joe? Where is he? Is he frightened?
Rachels hand froze for a bit as she threw the mask in the trash can.
She said, Hes in Sue Garden. Victors men took him away soon after the accident. I dont know how he is now. However, his watch is here.
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Quintin grew nervous and asked worriedly, Boss, now that Victor knows who you are, how about I come and pick you both from Apliaria?
No need. Rachel pursed her lip.
Ill stay.
An hour and a half later, a black Volkswagen was seen coming.
Slowly, it inched closer and finally came to a stop right in front of the Bennet familys yard.
The moment the car was parked, a man donning a well-pressed suit alighted from the drivers seat with one hand on his briefcase. He adjusted his glasses that had been falling off the bridge of his nose before he walked up the steps. While doing so, he produced a key from his briefcase.
He was about to insert the key into the keyhole when he realized that the door wasnt locked at all.
For a moment, the man was taken aback. And then, suddenly, a look of vigilance filled his eyes. His visits to this place were quite rare and every time he left, he made sure that the door was locked.
There must be someone inside.
He could not quite figure out who could possibly break into the property. Gently, the man pushed the door open. As he slowly walked in, he dialed 911 on his phone, ready to call the police.
However, before he could even press the call button, his eyes caught wind of someones presence on the sofa.
For a moment, he was left aghast. His thumb that was about to press the dial button was suspended in the air.