Harrison Lucas exited the hospital with a pale face.
She almost used the strong self-control she had built from years of marching to suppress her emotions that were on the verge of collapsing.
It was over, everything was over.
Harrison Lucas drove home, and when the nanny Auntie saw her expression, she was startled: "Mr. Chester, what's wrong with you... Are you feeling unwell?"
"It's nothing, just some gastrointestinal issues. I just went to the hospital to see the doctor, and the doctor gave me some medicine." Harrison Lucas raised the bag in her hand, and the nanny Auntie saw the name of a private hospital printed on the plastic bag.
Harrison Lucas's lips had gone so pale they were bloodless, even trembling slightly, but she feigned indifference: "I'm very tired and took some medicine; I'd like to rest for a while. Auntie, you should go home today."
Nanny Auntie: "But you're home alone..."
Harrison Lucas's expression suddenly turned cold: "I want some time alone."
