Bobby glanced at the tightly closed door of the hospital room, and then at the little girl lying on Joanne Harrison, hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to follow and take care of the girl with no worries.
In the hospital room, Baron Lawrence stood by the bedside with a complex expression, quietly watching the person in the bed for a long time before carefully pulling up the quilt for the pale-faced woman, and then tiptoed out.
He closed the hospital room door behind him. In the corridor outside, a man stood leaning against the window smoking.
With handsome features and a distinguished demeanor, who else could it be but Adam Sinclair?
Baron Lawrence walked over with a cold face, stretched out his hand towards him, and said in a hoarse voice, "Give me one."
"You want to smoke?" Adam Sinclair looked at him in surprise, pulled out a cigarette from the pack, and handed it to him.
