Rory smiled slightly, "Mr. Raman asked me to help you. You can ask me to do anything what you need here."
Cathy was stunned, and she had a lot of thoughts.
He was sure that she would refuse Matt, knowing that she was short of people, so he asked someone to help.
"What else did he tell you?"
Rory said lightly: "Mr. Raman said that if you are busy, you don't have to call him, and you don't have to worry about thanking him. Anyway, you should settle the matter in front of you first and talk about other things later. After all, your father's heath is the most important."
"..."
Thank?
Cathy tightened her lips.
He knew her mind clearly, and didn’t give her any chance to refuse. He just talk directly about her father's health.
After thinking for a while, she looked up and said lightly, "I want to ask you to do me a favor. Can you help me find out the best hospitals in Chicago?"
Rory nodded. "Okay, I'll go right now."
After he had finished, he left, and suddenly paused again and said, "By the way, Mr. Raman also said, let you take good care of yourself."
Cathy, "..."
"... Well, I know."
Until he disappeared, she came to herself. She looked down, and turned back.
Guessing Tyrone also had a mess of things, she did not call. What he said was right, anyway. It was the first thing to solve the immediate matter.
What happened to her father was just knew by these people now. There was no news outside. There was no one to visit her father at the hospital, except the warden.
When Mr. Jones handed in his materials, he stopped by and hurried away. After that, Rory came here most frequently.
He was almost staying outside, even he buying food for them.
It was late at night, but Cathy was not sleepy. She let her mother fall asleep in the next bed. She sat on the chair with bending her knees and legs, thinking about something.
Suddenly there was a peep from the door. She was shocked and hurried stand up to have a look.
Opening the door, two men met unexpectedly. Her body suddenly shocked.
As if he had suddenly appeared at the door on the night of the hotel. Her heart was beating like she was in the dream.
She looked at him and stammered, "You, how can you come in?"
Wasn't there a prison guard at the door?
The man said calmly, "I told them I was your ex-husband and came in when I was identified."
"..."
Ex-husband, he could really say it.
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