Vichy didn’t find out where her children were.
She left the hospital with purpose. Even though the sun was shining, the air was brisk
“What are you doing at the hospital?” She was prepared to defend herself and raised her hand.
Her wrist was immediately pinched, and the familiar cold voice arose around her ears.
Gim Hall.
“Where are my children?”
Gim frowned. “What children? What are you doing?”
“Release me.” She pulled her wrist back, and looked straight at him. She felt nothing but anger and resistance.
“Go back.” He instructed with a low voice.
But she did not respond.
He commanded again: “Go back.”
The wrinkles around his eyes became harsher.
“Where are my children, the two children that you killed? Tell me where they are.”
She spoke softly, quietly, but firmly. Her frail and sick body would not budge.
Gim ran out of patience. “Send her back.”
This was an instruction and would not be disobeyed.
The people next to him went forward to stand in front of Vichy.
“Miss Sullivan.”
Vichy blocked them.
Vichy looked at the people standing around and smiled mockingly. “You took my children away. Why do you want me to go back? You already found a lover.”
Her body was trembling. She had to clench her fists to stand stably.
Gim’s footsteps paused a while, but he didn’t turn back, and his sound was colder. “I will compensate you for the children.”
Compensate? Two lives, her humiliation, made up for by mere money?
“Okay.” Vichy raised her chin. She said word by word, “I want the entire Hall Group.”
The bodyguards retreated internally, and didn’t dare to move.
So far, no one had dared to speak like this.
After all, the Hall Group was the indestructible empire, so well concealed it was seen as a myth. Everyone was under their spell, but she dared to say this.