"Mr. Hughes, I really don't know, I just got back to the studio. I've already sent someone to the live broadcast room to stop the program, so I'll be responsible for blocking some of the information..."
Joshua Hughes' eyes were cold and murderous, fury rising within him, his fists clenched tight, creaking with strain. He must shut the mouth of that Yates Family woman completely. The words from the TV still echoed; he cared not for the accusations against him, but for her, whether she saw that TV interview.
Any provocation might remind her of the past, and if she truly remembered, he feared she would slip away from him forever...
The chill in Joshua Hughes' eyes was enough to make one's heart tremble: "What is Miss Jane doing?" After returning from Sydney, she seemed to catch a slight cold, not feeling well, so she took leave to rest at home these days.
"Miss Jane hasn't come out of the bedroom." Joshua's eyes were bloodshot. Was she curled up in bed watching TV?
