At four in the afternoon, Lucy Ansley arrived at the hospital as she had hoped, carrying bags of supplements.
Her steps were hurried, with a hint of anxiety in her eyes, fearing that she might miss her father returning to Benham Hill.
However, upon reaching the third-floor hepatobiliary ward, the scene before her made her pause.
Thinking of something, she immediately looked at Henry Ronan, seemingly asking with her eyes if it was arranged by him.
Outside the door of the single room, two bodyguards dressed in black stood.
In the plain hospital corridor, they were particularly noticeable.
Even other patients and nurses passing by appeared visibly more restrained.
Henry Ronan, holding supplements in one hand and resting the other on her shoulder, chuckled softly, "Why not go see and find out?"
Lucy had guessed some possibility and walked forward confidently; one of the bodyguards turned sideways to open the door, "Miss Ansley."
This greeting seemed like a twist of fate.
