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Chapter 909

    Chapter 909


    Odell ignored the nurse. He walked toward the staircase.


    Half an hourter, in the hospital''s surveince room.


    Odell sat in front of the surveince monitor. His brows were knitted into a tight frown as he stared at the monitor.


    The process of Sylvia exiting the hospital an hour ago was ying on the monitor.


    The security footage had a high definition.


    Sylvia wore her patient''s gown with slippers on her feet. She was practically jogging as she left the hospital.


    That was not the point. The important thing was that she had a panicked expression. She was flustered like a child


    who was lost. It seemed as if she wanted to escape that ce immediately.


    He had been right by her bedside. Why did she not call him when she woke up? Why was she leaving in such a hurry?


    Did she think he would not believe her?


    Ding.


    Suddenly, Odell''s phone rang.


    It was Cliff who called.


    Odell ced his phone by his ear right away. “Have you foundAll content is property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    something?”


    Cliff quickly replied, “Master Carter, it seems like the young madam had returned to the Ross family.”


    Odell stood up. “The Ross family? Which Ross family?”


    “It''s her parents‘ home. The Ross family at Bayside Gardens.”


    Odell frowned. “Why did she go back there?”


    Cliff whispered, “It seems like there‘s a problem with the madam‘s head... Forget it. You shoulde and see for yourself.”


    “Keep a close eye on her. I''m heading over now.”


    After speaking, Odell exited the surveince room right away.


    In the Ross family’s home at Bayside Gardens.


    In the fairly wide living area, Sylvia


    sat on the couch, still in her patient''s gown. She looked coldly at her father and stepmother, Emmanuel and Dona, and Sonia, wh


    o was hiding behind them.


    Her brows knitted into a frown, and she had a puzzled


    expression.


    She was just unconscious for a night. Why did it feel like the world had changed?


    Dona looked down upon her with a sarcastic expression when she tricked her into entering


    Odell‘s room at the hotel yesterday. Why did Dona seem to be afraid of meeting her gaze?


    Why did Emmanuel, who had always been indifferent and cold toward Sylvia, look like he was scared of her too?


    Sonia was even weirder. She was still arrogant and was going to hit her with a vase yesterday. Why


    was she hiding behind Emmanuel and Dona?


    Were they guilty because they tricked her into having sex with Odellst night?


    No matter the reason, Sylvia was furious.


    Although she was engaged to Odell, he did not treat her nicely. He would not even give her a proper nce whenever they met.


    She even got herself into the hospital after having sex with him and made him stay by her


    side for the entire night. Without needing to think, she knew that it must have been his family that forced him to be with her in the


    hospital. His hatred toward her must have gotten deeper.


    Sylvia asked, “Why did you all deceive me? | like Master Carter, but | don''t want to be with him this way! Can you guys respect


    me?”


    Emmanuel said, “Huh?”


    Dona and Sonia were at a loss for words.


    The three of them raised their heads simultaneously and looked at Sylvia with a confused expression.


    They got even more puzzled when they saw Sylvia‘s eyes were red from anger.


    Sonia asked softly, “Dad, Mom, what is she talking about?”


    Dona whispered, “I don’t know.”


    Emmanuel said, “I don‘t know either.”


    Seeing them acting that way, Sylvia stood up confusedly. “What are you guys muttering? Can you


    answer my question? Why did you trick me into entering Master Carter''s room?”


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