"Faye Townsend got into a car accident? How did you know that?"
"Stop asking, just go see her, don’t let her suffer."
The voice on the other end of the phone hesitated: "Why does it sound like you’re the one who’s more upset."
"Quit the nonsense, she’s about to arrive, I’m hanging up."
Hunter Warren hung up the phone and sighed heavily, after hesitating for a mont, he called Henry Sullivan.
Upon receiving the call, Henry Sullivan took leave and returned to Anchester that very night.
Hunter Warren stood on the endless road, his gaze filled with regret.
This woman’s ability to irritate people was getting stronger.
His plans for the evening were not supposed to be like this.
He took a taxi to the hospital, and during the ride, the cellphone in his pocket started to ring loudly.
He took out the cellphone that wasn’t his, and his brows slightly raised at the sight of ’Oliver Turner’ displayed on the screen.
Without any hesitation, he answered the phone.
Oliver’s cheerful voice ca from the other end: "Why isn’t anyone opening the door? Don’t tell you’re thinking of running away again."
"She’s currently with , it’s not convenient for her to answer the call."
"Hunter Warren?" Oliver’s voice beca serious and stern.
"What have you done with Faye Townsend? I’m warning you, do not ss around."
"ss around? Having a al with my wife, is that called ssing around?
Shouldn’t I be the one advising Director Turner not to ss around?"
"Wife? You two are already divorced."
"You got that wrong, I haven’t signed the divorce papers yet.
So we are still legally husband and wife."
Oliver Turner chuckled coldly: "Second Master Warren really has so nerve.
Keeping an eye on what’s in the pot while eating from your bowl, and when unhappy, you spit into the pot so nobody else can have it."
"This pot of food was painstakingly cooked by ; of course, I won’t let others have it."
Hunter Warren replied confidently: "Director Turner, I advise you not to be so fickle."
"Fickle is a word that’s more suited for a man like Second Master Warren.
I’m serious about Faye Townsend, so it doesn’t matter to whether you are divorced or not.
The woman I want, I will have."
"Then let’s wait and see," Hunter Warren hung up the phone directly.
Oliver Turner, standing at the doorstep of Henry Sullivan’s house, clenched his teeth in annoyance, damn it.
Hunter Warren stared at Faye Townsend’s cellphone, sowhat dazed.
He didn’t seem to have much to be smug about right now.
What was the point of just enjoying a montary verbal triumph?
After Hunter Warren arrived at the hospital, he went straight to Roman Hughes’ doctor’s office.
Roman Hughes didn’t return until more than an hour later.
Roman Hughes ca from a family with good genes.
His father was the youngest professor in the dical university.
His mother was a popular actress from thirty years ago.
He was always the most handso among their group of good friends.
Whether it was his height or his boy-next-door charm, he topped the list.
Seeing him, Roman Hughes’ lips curled into a wicked smile: "Yo, what brings Second Master Warren to my humble abode for inspection?"
"Don’t joke with , how’s Faye Townsend?"
"Tough to deal with, refuses to be examined."
Hunter Warren’s face turned gloomy: "So, you did nothing?"
"How could that be, I had a chat with her.
She seed to be all right.
Lucid, coherent, with no loss of vision.
Apart from the minor injury on her forehead, there shouldn’t be any serious issues."
Hunter Warren glared at him: "Shouldn’t? Is that sothing a doctor should say?"
"What else can I do, Faye Townsend is too stubborn when she digs her heels in.
I had soone try to give her a sedative, but she went crazy, smashing all the equipnt in the room."
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