"What is it?" Rhys asked without raising his head.
"Mr. Atkinson, that young man is still standing by the gate, it's been an afternoon, stubbornly refusing to leave, saying that he must take away ...," the butler looked at Belle again and didn't speak anymore.
Belle’s head went blank.
It was already dark and stormy, was he still standing there?
How long had he been standing there!
Her face went even paler.
"Okay, I know." Rhys nodded towards the butler, who turned around and left again.
Belle began to fidget.
Rhys’ deep gaze looked at her.
"What, do you want to see him?" He spoke softly again.
"No..." Belle spoke unconsciously, and the hand holding the soup spoon began to tremble.
"Are you sure?" Rhys looked at her shaking hand and asked again.
"Uh-huh." Belle nodded mechanically.
"Okay then, wait, I'll go and tell him to go home." Rhys nodded his head.
"Rhys, please, don't stimulate him, have someone send him home." Belle pleaded.
"Okay, I know what to do." Rhys smiled at her.
Belle couldn't eat anything anymore and looked out at Rhys’ back as he walked out.
At some point the phone rang.
"Hello." It was a long time before Belle picked up the phone with a trembling heart.
"Miss, this is Aydin, after keeping watch for the past few days, I finally found out today that there is a small window behind Hudson’s ward, there is a white water pipe next to the window, so someone came in through there, and the syringe was pulled out again today." Aydin said softly over the phone.
"Oh my." Belle's heart instantly jumped wildly, there was still someone who wanted to harm Hudson.
She had already agreed to retreat to Harvey Mansion and agreed to stay away from Calvin, why would someone else want to harm Hudson?
What the hell was going on here?
"Miss, should I call the police?"
"No, don't alert anyone yet, continue to keep an eye on him until you catch that person. I will double your reward for these few days. Tell the nurse as soon as you find out the syringe has been removed, have her continue the infusion." Belle thought of a countermeasure instantly and instructed softly.
"Okay." Aydin put down the phone.
That was close! Belle rubbed her hand over her chest, fortunately she had sent the two bodyguards to secretly guard the hospital, otherwise there was no telling what would happen.
It was obvious that someone wanted Hudson to be unable to stand up and recover.
A deliberate plot to kill!
Criminals must not be tolerated.
She had already left, it couldn't have been Lexie who had done the deed!
So, who else was trying to harm Hudson?
Her head ached, in a mess.
Suddenly, she remembered Calvin standing at the gate.
All he knows was to drink and fool around, and now his father was in danger, and he didn't even know?
Thinking of this, she ran towards the outside.
The bitter north wind howled and the cold rain pelted her face.
It was cold!
She had just walked out and had to retreat to get an umbrella.
It was so cold, and he had been standing here all afternoon.
This man was so stubborn!
Belle had never thought he would be so stubborn!
"I'm telling you, if I don't take Belle away today, I am not leaving." The man was standing straight, his long-numbed legs standing obstinately outside the stainless steel gate. His straight suit, his thick black hair all drenched, the rain was dripping down his forehead, but his magnificent body stood in the storm, obstinate and firm, his eyes carried brave and fearless loneliness and steadfastness.
Rhys walked step by step with a large black umbrella, his eyes cold as he stood watching him from the inside of the door.
The torchlight illuminated the door as if it were daylight.
There was a door between them, but they stood in two worlds.
His eyes grew deep and dark, introspective, staring straight at the man standing outside the gate.
Had Calvin been drinking?
Yes, but his eyes told him clearly that he was not completely drunk.
The stubbornness in his eyes was sullen, determined and sharp.
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