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Let Love Takes Away All This Pain

Chapter 334
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Chapter 334: Is it not true?

Alva’s phone rang, and she looked at Ambrose’s name, helpless.

She couldn’t talk and Ambrose called her.

The nurse looked over and said, “Miss Gellar, do you want me to get that for you?”

“HMM.”

Alva gave her phone to the caregiver and wrote on a piece of paper, “Put on speaker.”

Caregiver presses speaker.

Ambrose’s voice called, “Alva, what’s wrong with you?”

The nurse looked at Alva and Alva showed her what she had written.

“Miss Gellar can’t talk right now,” said the carer. “She wants you to send her a message.”

Ambrose listened to the unfamiliar voice and looked again at Alva’s email.

“Ambrose, I had an accident, I can’t talk, I won’t be out of the hospital for about a week, back to Paris, you have

anything to send me a message, I message you back.”

Ambrose said, “Okay, I’ll text her.”

Hang up the phone.

The caregiver hands the phone to Alva, who smiles and thanks in her

eyes.

Soon, Ambrose’s message came.

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“How could an accident happen?”

“I don’t know, but Ambrose is reassured that I’m not serious and will be fine in a few days.”

As soon as the neck heals, you can leave the hospital.

She asked the doctor. A week is enough.

Ambrose looked at the news with a heavy brow.

I can’t even talk. It’s not serious.

“Take a break from work during this time and have a good rest. I will arrange someone to take over your work

temporarily. You don’t have to worry.”

Alva looked at the message, thought about it, and turned back, “Can you let me know the progress then?”

She wants to do her job herself, but Ambrose doesn’t do anything wrong with that.

She’s recovering and can’t work, so it’s best to hand it over to the right person so she doesn’t delay the work.

“I’ll tell you, don’t worry.”

“Good,” said Hermione.

“Call me when you’re ready.”

He wanted to hear her talk.

“HMM.”

Ambrose watched the phone’s screen dim and looked at the report on his computer.

Alva’s injury, Uriah’s marriage to Bella, he always felt there was a connection, and in order to avoid a smooth

launch of the new brand this year, he felt he needed to get some information.

Ambrose took the phone and dialed a number.

“Sorry, the number you have dialed is off…”

It’s off

Frown and call the other number.

This time the phone was answered.

“Ambrose.”

York’s voice came.

Ambrose asked, “Is your Boss Irwin on the plane again?”

“Yes.”

Most of the time Uriah shuts down is on a plane.

“Well, I can’t get in touch with him, and you probably know that if I ask you.” ? “Ambrose, please.”

“Uriah and Bella are really getting married?”

The information on the Internet is inaccurate, and Uriah will not believe it unless he says it himself.

I didn’t expect York to be silent after he asked this question.

“What, it’s a lie?”

York said, “Ambrose, I think you’d better ask Boss Irwin that question.”

The question is difficult for him to answer.

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Ambrose frowned. “When you say that, it does seem that something is wrong.”

“What time does he get off the plane?”

York looked at the time and said, “Five more hours of this.”

“Yeah. I see.”

Five hours later, he called Uriah.

The car stopped at Sky Psychiatric Hospital, and Jackson got out and walked in.

He went straight to the front desk and asked, “Where is room 3108?”? The receptionist pointed outside, “Next door

to the hospital building on the 31st floor, you go up and look for it.”

“Yes, thank you.”

Jackson turned around and went to the next building.

Five minutes later, he stopped outside room 3108.

But before he could get inside, he heard Shouting.

“I’m not mentally ill, you let me out!”

‘Let me out!

“I didn’t want to kill Alva, I just… I just wanted to threaten Uriah with

her. I didn’t mean to…”

“Let me out!”

Jackson clenched his hands and smiled.

It’s a mocking laugh.

In her hospital room, Alva read her previous email to Ambrose, and then sent Ambrose a new document of the

current progress and the next plan.

As soon as she sent it, the ward door opened and a man came in.