Brandon adjusted his tie. "Let the servants do that kind of thing. You don't need to do it yourself."
Then, he called a maid over.
"Miss, you can hand me the garbage." The maid reached out to Clarice.
Clarice could not refuse in front of
Brandon, so she could only hand over the bag.
However, she was reluctant to let go.
The maid gave her a strange look, not understanding why Clarice was reluctant to part with a garbage bag.
However, the maid did not think much about it and simply went outside with the bag.
Clarice looked at the maid’s back and clenched her hands by her sides. She seemed to be nervous about something.
However, she soon relaxed her hands and her body.
Forget it. There was only one place where the family threw their trash. No matter who took out the trash, the results would not change.
At that thought, Clarice curled her lips and smiled for an instant, but she quickly returned to her usual appearance. She looked at Brandon and asked, "By the way, Mom and I will be going to the hospital to see Lyra later. Are you coming?"
Brandon's expression suddenly sank when he heard this. "That rebellious girl is no longer part of our family. Why should we visit her? Tell your mother not to go." "Mom won't listen to me. After all, Lyra is going to jail soon. Mom wants to see her before she goes to jail, so..." Clarice bowed her head, seemingly put on the spot.
Brandon snorted. "Fine. I'll tell her later."
Clarice’s eyes lit up. "Thanks, Dad.”
'Great. I don't want to see Lyra at all, but Mom insists on seeing her.
'Now that Dad is stepping in, Mom will have to give up.'
In the hospital, Julien looked at the nurse who came in to change Sydney’s IV drip." When will she wake up?"
The nurse took out Sydney's medical record and looked at it. "It’s not clear yet. The patient has a moderate concussion, so she may not wake up till tomorrow."
Tomorrow...
That was not very long.
Julien was relieved.
He was afraid that it would take a long time for her to wake up.
After all, if it took a long time, it meant that her injury was serious.
The nurse changed the drip and went out.
Julien looked at Finn. "Can Sydney be transferred?"
"Hey, Flint, what are you planning?" To the side, Luke was instantly dissatisfied when he heard those words.
Finn pushed up his glasses. "You want her to be transferred to another hospital?"
Julien nodded. "Yes. Transfer her to your hospital to facilitate her treatment."
After all, Finn’s Prima Hospital was the best in Port City.
The medical equipment was also top-notch, so he would feel more at ease if Sydney was treated there.
However, before Finn could answer, Luke sneered. "Flint, it's just an excuse that you want my darling to be transferred to facilitate her treatment. The truth is that you just want it to be more convenient to see her, right?"
Julien's eyes flickered for a moment. Then, he looked at Luke and said in a cold and faint voice, "You’re free to think however you like, but you can't deny that transferring her to another hospital would indeed let her receive better treatment."
Luke choked and was unable to refute.
Yes. Although this hospital had a good
reputation, it could not compare to Finn's hospital.
In that case, it was also for Sydney's sake if she was transferred to Prima Hospital.
Thinking that way, Luke clicked his tongue and compromised.
However, Finn said, "Unfortunately, at Sydney's present state, it's not suitable to transfer her."
"Why?" Julien frowned
Luke also looked at him.
Finn shrugged and said, "She suffered a severe head injury, so it's better not to move her. Otherwise, it might aggravate the wound."
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