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Julian Lancaster is at the hospital.

Since the restaurant where the accident occurred is relatively close to Thatcher Hospital, they went straight there.

Nina Sinclair accompanied him for a full-body check-up, while Sharon Lancaster walked to the hospital’s small garden. She always felt that since Julian Lancaster had already pretended to be hit by a car, it seed there was no way not to exploit this situation to the fullest.

Thinking about it, Sharon Lancaster curled into a cold smile and took out her phone to call Old Master Lancaster.

Once the call connected, Sharon Lancaster eagerly said, "Hello, Grandpa."

Sharon, after all, was a girl, and Old Master Lancaster’s attitude towards her was considerably kinder, not as stern as he was with Julian Lancaster.

He lovingly said in a soft voice, "Sharon, why are you calling Grandpa? The marriage arrangents with the Qin family have already been handed over to your father to handle. If you have any questions, you can ask your dad."

"No, Grandpa, I..." Sharon started to cry as she spoke. Her voice was pitifully intermittent.

Old Master Lancaster thought sothing had happened to her and beca anxious, "Sharon, what happened? Don’t cry, quickly tell Grandpa, is soone bothering you?"

"No, Grandpa, I’m at the hospital now."

Upon hearing the word ’hospital,’ Old Master Lancaster couldn’t sit still, "What! Sharon, don’t worry. Which hospital are you at now?"

"Grandpa, I’m at the hospital in Joel’s city, now I..."

Before Sharon could finish her sentence, impatient Old Master Lancaster interrupted her.

He comforted, "Sharon, don’t worry, we’re coming over right now. Be a good girl and wait for us at the hospital."

After saying that, Old Master Lancaster hung up the phone directly.

Sharon hadn’t had ti to say anything before Old Master Lancaster hung up. She stared at her phone in disbelief.

What is going on?

Why didn’t Grandpa listen to her finish?

She hadn’t yet told him about her brother’s situation.

But hearing Old Master Lancaster’s words, he was on his way over, so she decided to wait there for them and tell them later.

anwhile, at The Lancaster Estate.

Old Master Lancaster stood up directly from the sofa, his brows furrowed, looking worried as he spoke to Old Madam Lancaster who was sitting nearby, "Old lady, Sharon is in the hospital, we need to go see her right away."

"What happened? Did sothing happen to Sharon?"

Old Madam Lancaster had already noticed during Old Master Lancaster’s phone conversation with Sharon, as normally he wouldn’t be this agitated unless sothing major had happened.

She overheard words like ’hospital,’ ’injured,’ and ’bullied.’

She vaguely guessed that sothing had happened to Sharon.

She was anxious, almost on the verge of tears.

"Don’t panic, let’s rush to the hospital and see what’s going on first," Old Master Lancaster consoled.

Old Madam Lancaster suddenly thought of sothing and asked, "By the way, do Morgan and their family know?"

"Right, I’ll call them now."

After saying this, Old Master Lancaster imdiately dialed Morgan’s number, "Sharon had an accident and is in the hospital now, do you know?"

At this ti, Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster were out shopping for Sharon’s wedding supplies. After receiving Old Master Lancaster’s call, they were completely stunned.

"Dad, what did you say? Sharon had an accident?"

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