Malcom Moore's face turned cold, and his voice suddenly chilled, "What's up?"
"Yes." Ivy Wood tightly gripped her phone, speaking softly: "Young Master Morris, Grace has come back."
Upon hearing this name he hadn't heard in a long time, Malcom Moore couldn't help but pause.
Grace Quarters?
Haha, she finally decided to return.
But what does it matter if she's back; he no longer needs her desperately like before.
Malcom Moore replied coldly, "What does it matter to me if she's back? Why did you call? If it's just to say these useless words, then I'll hang up..."
"Young Master Morris, please don't hang up." Fearing Malcom Moore might really disconnect the call, Ivy Wood hurriedly continued, "Grace was hit by a car today and is still unconscious in the hospital. Young Master Morris, could you come see her?"
