The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric) novel Chapter 1815

Mitchell's body stiffened. He nodded slightly, then glanced at the door of the ward before he silently turned around to leave.

He did not take out the small box in his pocket.

Eric told him to pass it on.

Why bother?

Would a gift make everything better?

Or was it just to let Nicole know that Eric was still thinking about her?

Mitchell sighed and could not help but quicken his pace.

Clayton took a short nap at home. When he opened his eyes, it was already late at night.

He looked at the empty room and the dark sky outside. He could not help but be lost in thought for a moment.

It was as if in the next second, Nicole would come in from the living room with a smile as she leaned next to him and asked him.

"Are you hungry?"

Clayton’s chest tightened. His breathing felt heavy.

He grabbed his phone and went to the hospital.

On the way there, he received a call from his assistant.

"Mr. Sloan, there are several projects that are suspended. Should we continue to make investments? Right now, most people are having a wait-and-see attitude. This is a n opportunity, but there are also risks..."

Clayton wrinkled his brow and listened until the end. His voice was hoarse as he said, "Although these are unstable, it's very promising."

It was simple and clear.

In the end, Clayton added, "You can just see to it."

The assistant replied, "Also, Young Master said that he couldn’t reach you. He wants t o go home, but the school needs your permission."

A trace of fatigue flashed across Clayton's face. His voice was slightly cold. "Let him stay in school. If he really can’t stand it, you can take him out for a day before sending him back. Don’t bring him to the hospital. I don't want him to disturb Nicole."

After that, Clayton hung up the phone.

The assistant was speechless.

Soon, Clayton arrived at the hospital.

That floor upstairs was very quiet.

Before Clayton got to the ward, he paused i n his footsteps.

He took a deep breath to make his face look less glum.