NovelEnglishHannah's expression turned grave as she analyzed the situation.
"Settling matters on this island won't be easy.
Bryson nodded, "I have no interest in such unfinished business.
The White family won't be of any use to you even if you pursue this island, so stay out of it.
Hannah pressed her forehead, closing her eyes.
"I know I shouldn't go, but Lydia is involved in the auction.
She won't easily back down.
These are all unconfirmed rumors, and while you and I believe them, the Phillips family will be harder to convince.
Now that Lydia has a say in her company, she's unlikely to pass up this chance.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt" "Okay, I see," Bryson replied.
He offered no objection to Hannah's decision.
"It's your choice.
I won't try to persuade you.
" Suddenly, he gently touched her hair and said, "It's late.
You should go back and get srest.
There's business at Mitchell Group tomorrow, and I need to get back early.
" "Okay.
Hannah unbuckled her seatbelt and gave Bryson one last look before stepping out of the car.
She watched as Bryson's car drove away, then turned and walked towards the hotel.
Shortly after Hannah exited the car, Bryson's phone began to ring.
He glanced at the vibrating phone on the passenger seat and chose not to answer, despite the persistent calls. His expression remained stoic as he drove quickly.
It wasn't until he parke ade the caller on the other end hesitate to express any frustration.
Makenna, taken aback by his frosty demeanor, faltered.
"Bryson, where are you now?" "It has nothing to do with you," he replied curtly.
Bang! Bryson exited his car and slammed the car door shut, striding toward the villa.
Meanwhile, in the hospital hallway, Makenna wiped the cold sweat from her brow, her demeanor far from her usual composure.
"Bryson, something has happened to Tyshawn.
You need to cto the hospital now.
Bryson scoffed, "What does his accident have to do with me?" Makenna, growing desperate, tried to keep her tone steady.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Your grandfather's phone isn't reachable.
I had no other option but to call you.
Please, cquickly.
"
The butler opened the door for am Bryson as he entered the villa. Unmoved, Bryson dismissed the urgency.
"I don't want to waste ton meaningless things.
"
After ending the call abruptly, Bryson didn't wait to hear tto hear Makenna'so m response. He simply hung up, ignoring her protests.
Beside him, the butler cleared his throat.
"Mr.
Bryson Mitchell, Mr.
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