Chapter 93

As expected from childhood friends, Jonathan, Alicia, and Jim had such a seamless vibe that no one could ever break in. I shook my head and turned away. Since Jonathan's full attention was on Alicia, I had the chance to find Frederick and the others. I wondered how they were doing now. I called them countless times, but no one picked up. I was trying to hail a cab outside the hospital when a sleek black Cullinan suddenly pulled up before me. The car door swung open, and Bob stepped out. He bowed respectfully, eyes fixed on me. "Ms. Sawyer, please get in." I frowned and stepped back. "No thanks. I'll take a taxi." "Mr. Ford ordered me to bring you straight back to the residence." I shook my head. "I'm not going back. I still have things to do." Bob looked conflicted. "I'm sorry, Ms. Sawyer. This is Mr. Ford's order. I can't disobey." "I'm not going. Are you going to force me?" I glared at him impatiently. Bob took a step forward, and I instinctively backed away. He sighed.