Watching Charlotte Thompson rushing towards him, Vincent raised his hands, even showing a very innocent expression.
As if those thrilling words earlier hadn’t co from his mouth.
"If you dare to harm Grace even a little, I will never let you off!"
Charlotte’s pupils were filled with coldness, but at this mont, she was sowhat relieved that she didn’t continue to entrust Grace’s treatnt to Vincent, but instead left it to her big brother, Henry Thompson.
With the intervention of the Thompson Family, Grace shouldn’t encounter any problems for now.
"Don’t be so tense, I haven’t done anything to Grace. It’s just that her heart condition is quite special, and regular doctors can’t treat it. I happened to encounter a similar case before."
Even though Vincent said this, nothing he said at this point could make Charlotte believe him.
"If we count the days, Grace should soon be undergoing heart transplant surgery."
"That’s enough, Mr. Vincent. There’s no need for such concern."
Charlotte didn’t want to stay here a second longer, so she imdiately turned to leave, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in her neck. Soon after, her body weakened, and she fell backward into Vincent’s arms.
"Charlotte, I didn’t agree to let you leave from here."
At this mont, Charlotte felt she couldn’t summon any strength in her body, and even her vision started to blur. She could only tremble her lips with all her might.
"You, what did you do to ..."
Charlotte’s breathing beca heavy with her chest heaving violently, and she even felt that her heart’s beating was wasting the little energy she had left.
"Nothing much, just saw that you’ve been too exhausted lately and wanted you to get a good sleep."
Vincent’s voice then sounded in Charlotte’s ear, like a spell, making her eyelids grow increasingly heavy.
Charlotte’s wrist drooped, and the bag she was carrying slid to the floor, spilling its contents with a clatter.
Vincent carried Charlotte horizontally, glanced at the phone vibrating on the ground, and then unhesitatingly stomped on it.
...
"What’s happening."
Justin Battleson’s expression gradually turned grave as he listened to the unanswered ringtone on the phone.
"Dad, why are you here, where’s Mommy?" Hank Thompson’s voice sounded at that mont.
The children ca walking from the other end of the corridor.
Actually, the children ca with Justin Battleson today to pick up Charlotte, but according to Justin’s instructions, they kept waiting in the car.
After all this ti had passed without seeing Justin or Charlotte, they ca to find them.
Only to discover Justin standing alone in the corridor.
Looking down at his phone in the palm of his hand, Justin’s expression grew cold, and he imdiately instructed Michael Richard beside him:
"Pull up all the surveillance from the hospital imdiately."
Justin had an ominous feeling rising in his heart.
And naturally, his words fell upon the children’s ears, who exchanged glances and seed to sense sothing bad as well.
Following Justin’s instructions, Michael imdiately went to retrieve the surveillance footage.
The unexpected result was that the surveillance on this floor of the hospital had already been covered up by soone.
The only footage that remained was of Justin coming out of Charlotte’s hospital room, and what happened afterward was unknown to anyone.
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