In order to ensure Anne was healthy, I took her to the hospital early the next morning.
She sat down after a full-body examination and fortunately didn't have any abnormalities. I was utterly relieved.
Thinking that Ian had always been fond of her, I planned to take her over to visit him. I didn't know until I got to the ward that Sawyer had transferred him to a much more prestigious private hospital.
I had nothing else to do there, so I decided to take Anne home first.
With a "ding", the elevator door slowly opened, and the cold iron doors faded away. What came into sight was a familiar-looking ice-cold face.
Hendrix was standing inside. Serene, who was next to him, didn't look very well, but it was she had some light makeup on. The picture of a handsome man and a beautiful woman next to each other was somewhat pleasing to the eye.
We came across each other in a narrow hallway. There was a trace of tension in the air.
Anne was very happy. She ran over and hugged Hendrix's leg. She raised her small head as she smiled. "Daddy!"
In front of Serene, Hendrix didn't show much enthusiasm. He raised his large hand and patted her head lightly. He said faintly, "Be good now." "Mom!" Anne looked back at me, and her crystallike eyes looked very expectant. "Let's have lunch with Dad!"
"You're a good girl, but your father is a spy now. How can he have time to be with you?" I thought to myself.
Sighing helplessly, I walked in and stood between the two of them. I gathered Anne up and said, "Anne, Dad is busy with work, so we shouldn't cause trouble for him. I'll take you to meet uncle for lunch. When we go home tonight, I'll make you your favorite seafood rice, okay?"
"Okay!" She agreed without thinking too much, but she seemed to notice that something was wrong again. She looked at Hendrix over and over again, but she still didn't understand what was going on. She frowned and looked confused.
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