"Sir, the Young Madam is awake, but..." The servant trailed off.
Leona Grant furrowed his brow. "Do I have to drag it out of you word by word?"
"The Young Madam woke up and said she wants to be discharged from the hospital, and..."
"Nonsense!" Leona Grant cut the servant off before they could finish. In a fit of rage, he slammed the phone's receiver down. "She just woke up and she wants to leave the hospital? Does she think she's too healthy? I don't care what it takes, stop her! I'm on my way back now!"
"But, the Young Madam has already been discharged... She went to the old family mansion..."
As soon as the words were spoken, the entire room fell so silent you could hear a pin drop.
Hearing this, Leona Grant gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut. A clear rage began to slowly brew in his dark eyes.
Everyone in the conference room looked at each other, breaking out in a cold sweat.
