Chapter 332

"If you really convinced Alston, I'm sure he'd listen to you. We'd have simple breakfasts, a few cigarettes during the day, and what should we prepare for dinner?" "Spicy pasta?" Marian choked, and Cecilia chuckled. "What, Alston is staying in the hospital, and you plan to keep him there indefinitely?" Marian panicked, "Cecilia, I didn't mean..." "Cecilia, you misunderstood me." Alston sat across from Marian, seeing the pleading in her eyes. He clenched his fingers. Cecilia was quite audacious, shouting at Marian like that in his presence. How did she manage to drive Marian away three years ago? She forced Marian to leave the country, not daring to contact him for three years. What had Cecilia done? Alston's lips curved into a cold, sharp arc. Leaning forward, he preemptively snatched something from Cecilia's hand. It wasn't a document; it was his medical file. Full of technical terms that Alston couldn't even understand. He glanced casually at it, then tore it in half without hesitati