Love Has Its Will

Chapter 477

"Get out of the way."

Savanna was determined to ask Brandon why he did that.

Since Brandon allowed his mistress to offend her, Savanna had no reason to be tolerant. She wanted to make it clear. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

When Savanna was about to open the door, she was stopped.

"Ms. Thompson, I'm sorry. Without Mr. Cassel's order, we can't let you out."

Two bodyguards stopped Savanna.

Lizeth couldn't bear it any longer and scolded, "Are you blind? Mr. Cassel is over there. Can't you see?"

One bodyguard answered, "We can. However, we are following Mr. Cassel's order. No matter what happens, no one could let Ms. Thompson go without Mr. Cassel's order."

Lizeth was so angry that she stamped her feet. "You guys are one- track-minded."

"Well, I won't make things difficult for you." Savanna was considerate. She took out her phone and dialed the familiar number. "I'll call Brandon."

Coincidentally, while she was making the call, the car window was closed.

"Ms. Thompson, they are leaving," Lizeth said anxiously.

Savanna looked up and saw that Aston Martin had started.

However, the call was not connected.

Savanna wondered whether Brandon deliberately did not answer her call.

What did he mean?

Since Brandon had a new sweetheart and allowed her to show off in front of Savanna, why didn't he let go of Savanna?

In any case, Savanna and Brandon had been in love. Couldn't they have an amicable end?

Savanna watched until the Aston Martin disappeared from view. She thought Brandon would not answer the call, but the call was connected.

At that moment, Savanna found a vent for her anger.

"Brandon, what do you mean?" Savanna asked.

"Savanna, what's wrong?" Brandon's voice came from the other end of the line.

"What's wrong? Don't you know?" Savanna asked angrily.

At the same time, tears welled up in Savanna's eyes.

"Ms. Thompson, are you crying? I'll get you some tissue."

Hearing Lizeth's words through the phone, Brandon panicked. "Savanna, why are you crying? Tell me what happened."

"Brandon, don't be hypocritical. You know what you have done."

Savanna wiped her tears and said fiercely, "Let's divorce. I don't want to see you again."

"What happened? Savanna, wait for me. Let's talk face to face."

Brandon sat up from the bed. He put on his shoes and ran out.

The nurse chased after him and shouted, "Mr. Cassel, your treatment has not finished. You can't leave now."

However, Brandon ran fast and disappeared soon.

Savanna found her suitcase and put her belongings into it.

Standing by Savanna's side, Lizeth wanted to help but did not know what to do.

"Ms. Thompson, are you leaving?"

"Yes." Savanna took out the clothes in the closet and stuffed them into the suitcase. "Since it has happened, I have no reason to stay here."

"Mr. Cassel hasn't come back yet. Even if you want to leave, you'd better do that after he comes back," said Lizeth.

Savanna paused for a second and forced a smile. "Do you think he will come back soon?"

Thinking of the scene she had seen at the gate, Lizeth fell silent.

Every man dreamed of a luxurious car and a beautiful woman. With a new sweetheart in his arms, how could Brandon remember his wife at home?

"Ms. Thompson, don't be sad and angry," Lizeth continued.

Savanna smiled and lowered her head to tidy up her belongings.

She had made up her mind to leave, so she wanted to take everything with her.

Soon, nothing was left in the closet, which was full not long before.

At that moment, Brandon was on his way home. He held the steering wheel with one hand and called Savanna with the phone in the other hand.

However, he got an engaged tone.

Getting more and more anxious, Brandon pressed down hard on the gas pedal and sped home.

A black Aston Martin was parked on the side of the road. Seeing Brandon's car passing the intersection fast, the man in the back

seat opened the window and smiled.

"The interesting part of the show is coming."

"Mr. Orwell, what are we doing here?" The woman with long wavy

hair got close to Finn and nestled against his chest. "Who was that woman?"

"Why? Are you jealous?" Finn smiled.

"No. It is that woman who should be jealous." After all, she was ordered to offend that woman. "Who is she? Is she your sweetheart, Mr. Orwell?"

"You don't have to know about that. You did well just now. Go shopping with some friends. I'll pay for anything you like." Finn took out a card.

The woman took the card, and her eyes glittered. She smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Orwell."

Aston Martin stopped at the largest shopping mall. After the woman got out of the car, Finn told the driver, "Go to the hospital to see Dr. Sharp."

Aston Martin drove into the hospital parking lot. Soon, Finn was pushed into Darwin's office in a wheelchair.

"Dr. Sharp, I come back again."

Darwin was sitting in front of his desk and reading the medical records.

When Darwin heard the sound, he looked up and stood up respectfully. "Mr. Orwell, why are you here? Just let me know if you need me. You don't have to come here personally."

"It doesn't matter. I've been feeling better these days, so I came out for a breath of fresh air."

Finn smiled. Although he was young, Darwin had to be respectful to him.

"By the way, thank you for the information you provided me. That man looks exactly like me."

"Have you seen him?" Darwin asked.

"I don't know how long I can last. I have to go to see him as soon as possible."

Finn said that as if he had glanced at Brandon from a distance. No one knew he had gotten the couple into trouble.

Darwin said, "Mr. Orwell, you don't have to be pessimistic. As long as you take good care of your health, it won't be a problem for you to live another ten years."

Finn smiled and took out a neatly folded handkerchief from his pocket. He covered his mouth and coughed.

"I have to be prepared as early as possible. After all, the Orwell family is a big family with considerable assets. Many people look forward to my death. Then, they can divide the assets."

"Have you talked to him?"

When Darwin first met Brandon, he felt it was incredible. How could someone look so similar to Finn?

Then, Finn's condition grew worse day by day. Darwin remembered Brandon.

Brandon looked similar to Finn. What if Brandon was a member of the Orwell family?