The moment this thought crossed his mind, he clutched Iris Thompson's arm tightly, his eyes dark and foreboding, "Iris..."
Iris Thompson's forehead was drenched in cold sweat, and a gnawing pain in her lower abdomen turned her complexion as pale as paper.
She stared into Joey Thompson's eyes and cried out, "Please..."
That look in her eyes suddenly took Joey back to their childhood...
Back then, she was ten, and he was twelve.
As he passed by her classroom, he saw her being bullied.
She was curled up in a corner, taking refuge there, looking out at him with those eyes.
Her innocent gaze was something even his dark heart couldn't refuse.
Joey clenched his fist tightly and took a deep breath before commanding, "Prepare the car!"
The nanny couldn't help but exclaim, "Sir, you cannot go to the hospital tonight, tomorrow you have to attend..."
She hadn't finished saying "the board meeting" when Joey shuddered.
Yes, the board meeting.
