Enna Clark was completely unaware of Skye Lawrence's situation.
She arrived at the isolation ward first, and through the glass window, she watched Old Master Lawrence, who lay peacefully on the hospital bed. Waiting for the medical staff to finish changing his IV, she stopped one of the nurses and asked politely, "Excuse me, has the patient inside improved at all?"
"Who are you..." The hospital had been strictly guarding against reporters for the past couple of days, especially in the intensive care unit, where the defense was even tighter. Thus, when the nurse saw a stranger, her first impulse was not to answer the question, but to defensively counter-ask.
Just at that moment.
A domineering voice came from behind her, "She's my woman."
That voice was...
Enna Clark turned her head and, as expected, saw a certain handsome and assertive person approaching.
If not Baron Lawrence, then who?
She asked curiously, "Where's Sister Skye? You finished talking to her that quickly?"
