Lydia Shire's hand on her knee slowly tightened as she looked at the lawyer unwillingly, "So you're saying I have no chance of winning at all?"
"Not that you have no chance, but it's not worth it,"
The lawyer sincerely advised.
"The best thing would be if I could contact Director Benjamin personally now, and if not, we need to contact his lawyer."
"He didn't hire a lawyer," Lydia Shire said coldly.
"Got it, I'll handle the rest."
That morning, Sandra Smith went to the hospital with a newspaper.
Antony Brown had been transferred to a regular ward.
Since ancient times, there have been ways for the privileged to enjoy convenience.
In the VIP ward of the hospital, it took some effort for Sandra Smith to get in.
As Sandra approached Antony's ward, she heard the sound of a woman's sobbing before she entered. The crying sounded like Tears Queen, only without a handkerchief to wipe her tears.
Sandra rolled her eyes at the door and silently pushed it open.
