"Yeah, the driver is waiting for me downstairs!" Emma Hart replied.
"Oh." Ryan Garcia responded, silently cursing himself for asking such a stupid question.
As they exited the company's first-floor lobby, the driver was already waiting respectfully for Emma Hart's arrival.
"Mrs. Sterling! Mr. Garcia!" the driver greeted them as they approached.
"Uncle Lee, you don't look too well," Emma Hart said as she walked closer to the driver, noticing his forced smile and pale lips.
"I... I'm fine, Mrs. Sterling, just a bit of a stomach ache. It won't affect anything—" Before the driver could finish, he clutched his stomach, his face contorting in pain.
"Uncle Lee!" Emma Hart hurriedly bent down to support him.
"In your condition, you should go to the hospital," Ryan Garcia said, standing nearby.
