Thinking about Ethan Laurent's cold demeanor from start to finish after the incident, she was silent for quite a while, stiffly walking towards Angela.
"Very good!" Angela took her hand and linked arms without explaining to Damian Preston, turned her head slightly, and instructed the bodyguard behind her, "Prepare the private jet, I'm going back tonight!"
"Yes, ma'am!" The person nodded and hurried out of the hospital.
"Let's go!" Angela glanced at Summer Ford next to her, letting her link arms and head downstairs.
Summer Ford held her back straight, her steps slow.
When they reached the stairway, she couldn't help but glance again in the direction of the ward.
Ethan Laurent never came out.
Not even hearing her defense was one thing, but even after grandfather called her out, he didn't come out to understand the situation!
A bitter feeling rose in Summer Ford's chest, and her steps quickened a bit.
