Charles Sharp looked at his son lying on the bed and walked closer, "How are you?"
"Dad, I feel much better."
"That's good, get some rest early."
"Dad, are you leaving already? You're being so perfunctory. Am I really your biological son?" Matthew Sharp immediately expressed his displeasure.
"If you're not my biological son, then where did you come from?" Charles Sharp pressed his lips together and commanded, "Go to sleep quickly."
Then he looked at Alice Brooks, "I have some things I'd like to explain to you in private. You don't need to stay here tonight; your salary will still be paid."
Alice Brooks didn't expect to meet such a considerate employer and nodded, "Okay."
After instructing the bodyguards, Charles Sharp left the inpatient department.
Alice Brooks followed behind him.
She didn't know what he wanted to explain to her.
Until she got into the car, he didn't speak and instead kept staring at her.
This made her feel very strange.
"Matthew's dad?"
