GASP—
This was Alan Morgan. They had only found out a few days ago that he was, in fact, the sole heir of the Morgan Family.
Wasn't he said to be gravely injured and on his deathbed? Why on earth did he suddenly show up here?
It wasn't just that everyone was curious about this; even Nia Mitchell couldn't help but find it exceedingly strange.
Ignoring everyone's scrutinizing gazes, Alan slowly walked to Shirley Grant's former seat.
His face was deathly pale; it was unclear if it was due to his unhealed severe injuries or some other reason.
He seemed especially weak today.
Looking at Shirley Grant's vacant seat, Alan reached out and opened her drawer.
It was completely empty.
She hadn't left anything behind.
"Alan?"
Nia Mitchell frowned. Slightly worried about his condition, she quickly went to his side.
"Why did you leave the Hospital to come here?"
Nia looked at him with confusion. She had also heard this news earlier and found it utterly unbelievable.
