Amelia had asked several nurses, but no one knew where he went.
Ashton was such a big city, if he was intentionally hiding, she wouldn't be able to find his whereabouts at all.
But he was the child's father, and she had no reason to call the police.
Amelia sat in the empty hospital ward, her eyes, which had become thinner after a few more circles, misting up with tears.
She raised her hand to cover her face, wondering where this damned man had taken Carl.
Helplessness overwhelmed her like a flood.
She thought she had grown up a lot over the years, but being the glamorous President of White Group, whenever she encountered him, she instantly felt incredibly insignificant and helpless.
Although her temperament had always been somewhat cold, her years of experience had sharpened her calm and collected demeanor. At this moment, however, she couldn't calm down no matter what.
It was then that a slow footsteps approached the ward.
