Chapter 2322
“A severe poison?” Francesca was shocked, “Could it be Danrique?”
“It doesn’t say, but it should be him.” Anthony looked grave, “Why else would they be looking for a famous doctor with such fanfare? Apart from Danrique, who is that important?”
“They can’t find Master ……,” Francesca frowned, “These are the months when he’s in seclusion.”
Master Felch would go to the mountains every once in a while to study medicine in seclusion and not see anyone, in this case, unless he was his disciple or a close friend, it would be impossible for anyone else to find him.
“Then what should I do?” Anthony looked at her weakly, “Do you want to take care of this matter?”
Francesca was silent, when the struggle between Danrique and the President had caused the tragic deaths of her auntie Layla and Uncle Lincoln, since then, she vowed never to get involved in it or meddle in the matter again.
And she really did.
For more than a year, she and Anthony lived in seclusion in the mountains with their children, not asking questions about the world, and not paying any more attention to anyone’s grudge struggles.
However, it was only a year ago that something happened to Danrique again.
Could she really manage to ignore it?
Francesca looked at her three lovely children and was very conflicted in her heart.
If they grew up in the future, would they hate her if they knew that she didn’t save their father from death?
However, if they did save him, they would start to be entangled again.
Francesca covered her forehead, caught in a tangle and distress.
“You should not be too anxious, maybe things are not what we think.” Anthony gently reassured, “Maybe the one who is sick is someone else.”
“The Lindberg family is dying out, who else would it be but him?” Francesca shot back.
“Uh ……” Anthony didn’t know how to take it for a moment.
“Forget it, don’t care about him, love to die or not, what’s it to me?”
There were three cars parked outside, and a familiar entourage of Sean, Mylo and others stood in two neat and orderly rows, waiting quietly, not daring to knock on the door or make a ruckus.
When they saw Francesca coming, all of them lowered their heads and shouted in unison, “Ms.Felch!”
Sean walked over and looked at Francesca with a smile.
It had been a year, Francesca’s hair had grown longer, her skin was fairer, and she was a little more mature and stable than before, but those eyes were still full of spirit.
“How did you guys know I was here?”
Francesca’s words were asked, and then she felt she had asked in vain.
If the Lindberg family wanted to find someone, they would find them, and besides, this place of hers was not that hidden.
“Actually, I always knew you were here, but I was afraid of disturbing you, so I didn’t dare to come to pay my respects.” Sean’s expression was grave and his eyes were complicated, “This time, I also came because I had no choice but to come, I had something to ask.”
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