Mrs. Davidson was filled with anger and worries. "What's your job? Huh? What am I paying you for?! How can you let him get hurt?!" She reproached furiously.
The bodyguards were speechless, knowing that they were to blame.
Nathalia still sat there, staring at the door of the emergency room as if she was unaware of anything going on. Then, a middle-aged man arrived with a few bodyguards following.
He still possessed his usual charm and confidence and the air of authority. It was Curt Davidson. He knitted his brows and asked, "Where's Spencer? How is he?" Though he appeared to be calm, wearing his usual cold and distant look, his voice carried a hint of worries.
Mrs. Davidson was at first taken aback by his arrival, then she looked annoyed. "What are you doing here? You are not welcome here." She said icily.
