In the evening, Dorothy walked out of the hospital and saw Tyrell’s car parked outside the gate.
She hesitated for a moment, then the car window slowly rolled down, and the man inside waved at her.
Dorothy walked over and said, “Tyrell, how come you’re here?”
“I came to pick you up,” Tyrell replied, leaning his arm on the car window. “By the way, I really miss the meals your aunt used to cook. I wonder if I could join for a meal?”
“Sure.” Dorothy agreed readily.
After all, Tyrell had helped her so much, just a few meals, it was not a big deal.
Dorothy got into Tyrell’s car and sat in the passenger seat.
At this moment, not far away, the man in the Rolls–Royce sat gloomily staring at the departing car, his face showing a coldness that betrayed no emotion.
He held the phone with one hand, and Margaret’s voice happened to be on the other end, “Mr. Lambert, we have found Jovanni’s whereabouts.”
Dwayne nodded lightly, “I’ll be right there.”
On the other side.
Tyrell took Dorothy back home, and Gianna saw the two of them coming back together, and she was stunned for a moment.
“Auntie, I’m here to mooch a meal again, hope you don’t mind?”
Tyrell had a big smile on his face.
Gianna came to her senses and quickly invited him into the house, “Of course I don’t mind, come in whenever you want.”
Dorothy saw her mother rarely happy, so she didn’t say much and went to the kitchen to cut some fruit.
She carried the fruit platter into the living room, where Gianna and Tyrell were chatting happily.
At that moment, Tyrell’s phone rang, and when he saw the caller ID, the smile on his face disappeared instantly.
It was not clear whether it was her own illusion, she actually saw a completely different cold disappeared in just a moment.
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