Captivation: Want Nothing But You
Chapter 1515

“What’s wrong?”

Pressing his lips together, Carson finally threw the cigarette on the floor and put it out with his foot.

“The doctor said your father must have a good rest for a few days.

Although he has woken up, he’s still weak.

I’ll pick you up to see him once he recovers, okay?”

“A good rest?”

“Yes, but don’t worry.

It’s nothing serious.

It’s just that he can’t be disturbed now,” Carson said in a low voice.

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Library

With his eyelashes drooping, Joey kept silent for a while.

Still worried, he asked, “Is he really okay?”

“Yes.

He’s fine,” Carson answered.

“Okay, I’ll visit him in a few days,” Joey said.

At this time, two gentle raps were heard on the door frame of the balcony.

Someone came over, saying, “Mr.

Scott, the doctor you have an appointment with has arrived.”

Carson nodded before saying to the other end of the line, “Joey, I got to go.

Stay at home.

Wait for me to pick you up, okay?”

“Okay.”

Just like that, Carson ended the call.

Joey looked at the screen, his eyes darkening.

Undisguised disappointment flashed across his face.

He put the iPad down, got off the bed and opened the door.

However, as soon as he did, Quintin was standing outside.

“Uncle Quintin?”

“You seemed to be in a hurry.

I was afraid that something bad would happen to you.” Quintin wouldn’t admit that he was eavesdropping.

Even so, the room was soundproof, so he didn’t hear anything.

Giving him only a glance, Joey said, “Let’s go.”

Quintin had thought that Joey would ask him what he had heard the moment the boy found out he was outside his room, but the boy coming out looking so depressed was the last thing he had expected.

“What’s wrong? Why the long face?”

“Nothing.” Joey shook his head, looking listless.

“Didn’t you want to talk to me? Come on.

I have a lot of time to chat with you now.”

In a dark and remote warehouse in the suburbs, someone smashed the locked door hard and demanded, “I want to see Mr.

Sullivan!”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Wallace used his hand to pound the warehouse’s iron door as hard as he could.

Due to the quiet environment, the sound of the banging on the door became deafening.