"Here are the documents you asked for." Beatrice placed the file neatly on her uncle's desk.
The man looked up from the papers in his hand, his gaze pausing at the black file on the table, and his lips stretched into a smile.
"Good. Well done. I knew only you could pull this off so neatly and cleanly," Thames said before he looked up at the girl with a smile.
"Right. You want to meet your mother," the man said and stood from his seat.
He walked to the shelf on his left and pulled out an orange file. He shuffled the documents until he found what he was looking for and then turned to where Beatrice was standing, refusing to sit because she wanted to see her mother so urgently.
"Here, this is your mother's photo. You can go and meet her in ward no. 709. Just tell the nurse Mr. Thames sent you, and she will know, since I don't allow anyone to meet that woman," Thames said.
