Love Has Its Will

Chapter 475

“Wasn’t you in a wheelchair?”

Tyrell was stunned. He was shocked by what

he had heard. His face was full of disbelief.

“Mr. Cassel, stop joking.”

That person just now looked exactly like

Brandon. How could it not be him?

“Do you think I’m in the mood to joke now?”

Brandon held the examination report in his

hand. The double pressure of marriage and

illness intertwined, making his face very

ugly.

“Then I might have seen wrongly,” Tyrell

smiled and stopped talking about it.

After all, it was not strange that someone

looked like Brandon.

Besides, Tyrell was more concerned about

another thing now. “Mr. Cassel, what are you doing in the psychiatry department?”

Tyrell seemed to be concerned, but he was

already looking at the report in Brandon’s

hands.

Fortunately, the report was sealed. And

Tyrell could only see the folder.

“It’s none of your business.” Brandon glared

at him coldly, his face filled with displeasure.

Tyrell smiled indifferently. “Mr. Cassel, don’t

be angry. I was just joking.”

Mandel struggled to jump down from

Tyrell’s arms and ran to Tyrell.

“Daddy, what’s wrong with you? You guys

-don’t know how to take care of yourselves.

Why did you and Savanna fall sick the

moment I left?”

Brandon keenly caught the key information.

in Mandel’s words. He frowned and asked,

“Did you go to see Savanna?”

“I heard that Ms. Thompson is sick. So, I dropped by to take a look. Do you mind it?”

“Who told you that she was in the hospital?”

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Brandon’s tone became colder and colder.

Mandel replied in a childish voice, “Lizeth said it. I went back home, but none of you

were there. Lizeth also said that you had a

quarrel. It was so fierce.”

At this point, Mandel looked up worriedly.

“Lizeth also said that you and my mommy might get a divorce. Is that true?”

Brandon tightened his grip on the report when he heard those words. “I didn’t say I

wanted a divorce.”

As long as he didn’t agree, they wouldn’t

“divorce.

Mandel heaved a sigh of relief. “That’s good. Daddy and Savanna must be fine.”

Brandon and Mandel chatted for a while.

Finally, Tyrell interrupted. “Mr. Cassel, it’s about time for you to return to the ward. Ms. Thompson is waiting for you.”

When Brandon heard this, he only felt that it was ironic. Savanna always wanted to hide

from him, so how could she wait for him in

the ward?

At this time, a man who looked exactly the

same as Brandon appeared in the corridor that was one wall away from Savanna’s

ward.

His dark eyes, tall nose, thin lips, and facial features seemed exactly the same as Brandon’s.

The only difference was that the man was sitting in a wheelchair, his legs covered with a thin blanket, looking even weaker.

“Behind him, a bodyguard in black pushed

him carefully.

“Mr. Orwell, that woman’s ward is right next

to us.”

“Push me over to take a look,” the man said slowly.

“Yes.” The bodyguard answered respectfully and then pushed the man to the door of the ward.

The hospital ward was not locked, and there

was a large glass in the middle of the door,

and everything inside could be clearly seen

from outside.

The man, Finn Orwell, sat in a wheelchair. He

could see through the glass in the wheelchair.

Looking through the glass, Finn could see

Savanna leaning against the head of the bed.

Her long hair spread out on her shoulder,

covering half of her face. The tip of her nose and her long eyelashes were exposed.

“What a beauty.” Finn praised. “She is really

attractive.”

“Do you want to go in and visit her?” The

bodyguard whispered.

Finn shook his head. “There’s no hurry. Let’s

go.”

“Alright, Mr. Orwell.”

They stopped at the door of the ward for a

moment, and the bodyguard in black pushed

Finn away respectfully.

Savanna in the ward did not notice all this.

She was immersed in her own world,

thinking about how to escape from Brandon

with her child.

On the other side, the elevator door opened

with a ding.

Brandon took the report and stepped out

with a gloomy face. Just then, he saw the figure sitting in a wheelchair in the corner.

Brandon was in the hospital, so it was not

strange for him to meet people in a

wheelchair or stretcher. However, Brandon

found the man looked exactly the same as

him.

It looked like Brandon was looking into the

mirror.

What was going on?

He took a step forward and ran around the

corner. The corridor was empty, and no one

was there.

Brandon stood in the distance, breathing

heavily.

Brandon remembered how surprised he was when he heard Tyrell seeing him on the fifth floor. He remembered what Tyrell said, and everything now had a reasonable explanation.

Tyrell was not mistaken. A person who looked exactly like him had really appeared

in this hospital.

In fact, this person did not go far.

After turning around the corner and going along another corridor, Finn ordered the

bodyguard to stop.

“Has he seen us?”

“He should have seen us.” The bodyguard

replied, “According to your instructions, I especially walked very slowly. I happened to

let him see us when he came out.”

“That’s good.” Finn nodded in satisfaction.

They happened to stand in the draught. A cold wind blew in and Finn coughed twice.

“Mr. Orwell, are you alright? Why are you coughing all of a sudden? Did you catch a

cold?”

The bodyguard immediately became

nervous.

“Why are you making such a fuss? It’s just coughing. I’m not so weak,” Finn said, his expression extremely displeased.

“You are the only heir of the Orwell Group.

Your body is more precious than gold.”

Besides, Finn also had leukemia and couldn’t

live without medicine.

Therefore, the bodyguard was worried.

“Alright, I’m fine. Let’s go back.”

Brandon stood in place for a while, feeling

that there was something fishy.

Brandon wondered, even if there are similar

people in the world, it is impossible for them

to appear in a hospital so coincidentally.

Maybe someone deliberately wants to cause

trouble.

Shit!

Brandon frowned. He wondered if it was a

trick.

Brandon thought, could Savanna have been murdered in the ward?

Thinking of this, Brandon strode forward

with his long legs and rushed back to the ward at the fastest speed.

With a bang, the ward door was pushed open.

“Savanna, are you alright?”

Savanna was holding a glass to drink water,

and she was frightened by Brandon. The

glass fell to the ground.

Glass shards splashed everywhere.

“Mr. Cassel, I was fine before you came in.”