The voice, now cold, sounded extremely rigid.
Like a stone that had frozen over, icy and indifferent, devoid of any emotion.
"Huh?"
Marco immediately understood; the two of them must be having a conflict.
Because in reality, his sister hadn't run off with any man; she had clearly returned all by herself.
"Could you… could you help me find her?"
On the other side, Julian Johnsons's voice suddenly grew as tiny as an ant, as if he was admitting fault, coming through low.
"No problem."
Marco readily agreed, but he didn't plan to immediately tell him the truth because he wanted to see how his sister would carry the soup to the hospital.
"Then hurry, if it's too late, I'm afraid she and…" Everything else was left unsaid.
As a man, Marco naturally understood.
Suppressing the urge to laugh out, he nodded vigorously, "Mr. Johnsons, don't worry, I will definitely handle this matter. But can you tell me what exactly happened between you two?"
"It's not a big deal…"
