Chapter 092

Renee turned around, meeting Carl's cold eyes.

"No calling the police."

His voice carried an undeniable authority.

Under the harsh fluorescent light, his dark eyes accentuated his dangerously handsome face, piercing and severe.

Renee clenched her fists, her shoulders trembling. Her face was pale and ashen as she struggled to ask, "Why? Just because they're from the Simmons family? Do we deserve this?"

"Why am I always the one sacrificed when something goes wrong?"

"EVERY SINGLE TIME..."

Carl remained silent, his expression unnervingly calm.

Renee, however, was like a hysterical madwoman. She lowered her gaze, staring at their shoes.

A pair of sneakers and a pair of handcrafted leather oxfords - a stark reminder that they were never meant to intersect.

She laughed bitterly at herself, mocking her own futile efforts.

"Fine. No police. I hope you never regret this decision, Uncle Carl."

She snatched back her phone and stormed into the hospital room, slamming the door shut.

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