Yvonne Finley left the school.
She hurried to the place mentioned by Warrior Tucker.
It wasn't just anywhere.
It was a hospital.
When Yvonne Finley arrived, Warrior Tucker was sitting on a long bench in the hospital garden. It was cold weather, and she, always fashion-conscious, was wearing a grey, elegant coat, her waist cinched thin by a belt. Her long hair fluttered, and her red lips remained her trademark.
Her beauty was impossible to ignore.
She was wearing shades, so nobody recognized her.
Yvonne Finley walked over and asked, "Why are you here?"
It was only then that Warrior Tucker snapped out of her thoughts. She was still chewing gum. "Ah, Sophia Clark is hospitalized here. She called me and asked me to come and chat. I haven't gone up yet."
Frowning, Yvonne Finley asked,
"Has the Clark family expressed their stance yet?"
Warrior Tucker shrugged. "Not yet."
Pressing her lips together, Yvonne Finley fell silent for a long while before saying, "I won't go then."
