The Heiress Strikes Back

153 I Believe You

Just as she was hesitating about whether to enter, Sharon’s phone rang. It was a message from Wallace: “The matter is known. If you’re outside, don’t go home today.”

Seeing this message, Sharon heaved a sigh of relief and turned to walk out of the door.

Just as she got into the taxi, Wallace’s message came again. “I believe you. I’ve already sent people to investigate and clarify.”

A warm current flowed through Sharon’s heart as she followed the small path and walked toward Uncle Smith’s ward.

She didn’t expect to see two security guards the moment she entered through the back door.

“Miss Sharon, please be careful.” One of them stood up and greeted her politely.

“You all know me now...” Sharon smiled in embarrassment. “Why are there people guarding the back door?”

“Miss Sharon, you have no idea that an outlaw has come to make trouble today. We received word that we were to strengthen the security. We hope that the man can be caught as soon as possible, or who knows what he might be doing in the hospital.”

“Then, I hope you catch him soon. Otherwise, it will be hard.”

As the rumors said, Sharon didn’t put on any airs and even helped those two children.

Sharon walked forward. Her mind was a mess as she thought about the public election and what Crystal wanted to do.

When she reached the floor Uncle Smith was on, Sharon sharply noticed that Johnson was standing at the end of the corridor.

He was struggling to climb up to the window sill. His small body was wearing a hospital gown, which wrapped around him.

She walked over and naturally bent down to roll up the sleeves of his shirt and pants. Realizing that the brat was barefooted, she quickly picked him up.

At first, Johnson was still bending his body in conflict. When he realized that it was Sharon, he relaxed and wrapped his arms around her neck to continue looking at the traffic outside the window.

“Johnson, come back to your room with me. You need to rest.”

Hearing Sharon’s words, Johnson turned around and leaned his little body on Sharon, making her ecstatic.

“Johnson, have you finished reading the book that Sister asked someone to prepare for you?” Johnson seemed to nod and rubbed against Sharon.

“Then, I’ll get someone to bring you a new book tomorrow.” For the sake of Robson and Johnson, Lydia had to make a trip here.

Johnson couldn’t help but rub against her again. He even reached out to touch Sharon’s face.

Robson was sleeping soundly in the room.

Sharon quickly took out her phone and dialed that number again. Although she knew that it was likely to get a busy tone, she still dialed it once when she was free.

Unexpectedly, it actually connected this time. The beeping sound from the other end of the phone made Sharon’s heart race. It seems that Robson and Johnson are no longer children that nobody wants.

“Huh?” The person who answered the call spoke in a very low voice. It was as if he were in a very empty place, and his tone was filled with an ethereal silence.

Sharon was at a loss, but she took a few deep breaths and clenched her fists to force herself to calm down. Then, she asked, “May I know if you know Robson and Johnson?”

“Where are they?” The voice on the other end of the call suddenly became nervous. “Can you broadcast my phone number? Are they with you?”

“Uh, it’s like this! Johnson is suffering from a very serious illness. At New York’s First Hospital, I met two people because Robson was bullied today. Please come to the hospital to take care of them!”

“Got it. I’ll be there soon.”

Finally, I have contacted their father. Sharon heaved a sigh of relief and didn’t ask about the treatment fees. It seems that their family is quite good. This way, Johnson’s illness should be treated effectively.

Seeing Johnson look out of the window quietly, Sharon heaved a sigh of relief. I will go and see Uncle Smith first. When their father arrives, he will contact me.

After confirming Uncle Smith’s situation, Sharon had just sat down when her phone rang. It was a very familiar male voice. “Where are my kids?”

“Room 607 on the sixth floor.”

“Where in the hospital would there be little foot traffic?”

Eh? Why would this father ask such a strange question? Sharon thought for a moment before saying, “The door to the mortuary is connected to the underground parking lot. There’s a side door that very few people go to.”

She didn’t know about it at first until she walked into the wrong room once. The mortuary was really cold.

“Bring the two children over. I’ll be right there.” The man’s tone was very domineering. It could even be said that he was high up in the air and bossed Sharon around.

“What are you doing? Johnson’s body...”

“It has nothing to do with you.” The other party didn’t listen to her and hung up.

Sharon stood there in a daze. How could there be such a parent? I’ve already said that Johnson was sick, but he still doesn’t care.

She walked to 607 and helped Johnson change his clothes. Sharon felt the latter’s gaze on her.

She picked up the two children and said casually, “Your father is here to pick you up.”

Sharon then frowned slightly. This little guy, Robson, is too unguarded. He didn’t even know that he was carried away in his sleep.