Meanwhile, half an hour ago at the Military Hospital, Adam Sinclair had already heard about the incident at the advertising set. His face turned cold as he got up from the hospital bed, ignoring the doctor's and nurse's attempts to stop him.
"Prepare the car."
"Yes, President Sinclair." The secretary didn't dare defy his orders and had to comply as instructed.
In a short while, he had arranged the car and entered the room with the suit Adam had requested.
"Come in."
The man on the hospital bed had already gotten up. After a few days of rest, he could at least stand up with difficulty. But the price of standing was the piercing pain in his injured left leg.
Adam's face was pale, but his thin lips were pressed tight, emanating a powerful sense of pressure.
The secretary handed over the suit, speaking softly, "President Sinclair, perhaps I could go to Ms. Lewis's side on your behalf. The doctor said..."
