After speaking, he hung up the phone.
Knox Simmons was stunned for a few seconds, a bitter smile forming at the corner of his lips.
No matter how composed and calm Scarlett Yates tried to sound, what did it matter?
He still heard a trace of tension and worry in her voice.
Even though she left home in a fit of pique, she still cared about Matthew Saxon. As soon as she heard something happened to him, she immediately got nervous.
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Saint Mercy Hospital.
Scarlett Yates hurriedly made her way over. When she reached the place she had agreed to meet with Knox Simmons, she saw him sitting on a bench outside the hospital corridor, propping his chin with one hand and rubbing his forehead with the other, occasionally craning his neck to look at the room across the way.
Even though the room's door was closed and he couldn't actually see anything, he kept looking up intently.
