After that, every single one of the executives had called Mr. Lorell to ask what on earth was wrong with Mr. Joyce.
So, thanks to Morgan Joyce, Mr. Lorell hadn't slept a wink all night.
He had taken it upon himself to call Hannah Hale purely for the sake of his colleagues, hoping everyone could be put out of their misery sooner rather than later.
He was really having a tough time of it.
"How could he drink so much? Stomach bleeding... Does he have a death wish?"
Hannah Hale said worriedly, quickly getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom. "I'll get ready and head over right away."
"Thank you so much, Dr. Hale."
"It's no problem. I need to get ready, so I'm hanging up now."
After hanging up, Hannah Hale quickly washed up, applied some light makeup, changed her clothes, and went downstairs.
