After the call connected, Mr. Longman's voice came through the phone, "Brandon, where are you now?"
Brandon inquired, "What's going on?"
"Olive's condition has worsened, and she wishes to see you. Could you come visit her?" Mr. Longman's voice was choked with emotion.
Brandon had seen Olive's condition and knew that there was unlikely to be any imminent danger.
However, Mr. Longman's request caught Brandon off guard.
"Uncle Longman, I'm currently unavailable to come over, and I'm not a doctor, so my presence wouldn't make much of a difference. I won't go," Brandon replied firmly.
Brandon knew how to prioritize matters.
The connection was severed after this exchange.
Just as Brandon hung up with Mr. Longman, Berton's call came through.
Brandon answered promptly, "What's the matter?"
Berton's tone was hesitant, but he relayed the information truthfully, "Mr. Hawkins, Miss Thompson... She's been taken away."
Upon hearing Berton's words, a subtle change flickered across Brandon's expression, and he asked in a stern tone, "By whom?"
Even through the phone, Berton could detect the anger in Brandon's voice and didn't dare delay. He provided the truth, "Anthony."
As the name Anthony reached Brandon's ears, his face grew colder than before. "Keep someone tailing them and provide me with their real-time location."
Berton complied and hung up, sending Brandon Anthony's and Sandy's location.
Having received Berton's information, Brandon drove directly toward the indicated location.
Currently, they were on the Viteto overpass.
Anthony steered with one hand on the wheel, glancing at Sandy, who sat silently in the passenger seat. He attempted to speak several times, but each time, the words caught in his throat.
Finally, Sandy turned her head toward Anthony and asked softly, "What did you want to say?"
Upon hearing Sandy's question, a wry smile tugged at Anthony's lips. "What can I possibly say?"
Sandy wasn't in the mood for wordplay, and Anthony's response didn't resonate with her. Consequently, she remained silent after his remark.
The interior of the car fell into silence once again.
The Viteto overpass was the longest in Viteto and its surrounding cities.
It took nearly half an hour to drive down from the bridge.
During this half-hour drive, neither Sandy nor Anthony spoke. However, as soon as they got off the overpass, they encountered a traffic jam.
Anthony looked at the row of cars blocking the exit up ahead, and a slight smirk formed on his lips. He glanced at Sandy, who was beside him, and mused, "I wonder if they'll make way for us if I try to push through. They're probably here to block you."
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