With the Allen Group back in the headlines, embroiled in turmoil—thanks to Desmond's message to the media. Alfred found himself in a tight spot.
"How could he shield the Old Man from this news, especially when it concerned his grandson—Davis?" He thought to himself.
By habit, the Old Man always read the news himself, asked to be read to, or watched it on TV. Either way, he never missed a day. And when something was hidden from him, he was quick to notice and even quicker to dig deeper.
Alfred knew there was no way to solve the problem if the Old Man got wind of it.
He cast a subtle glance at Linda, summoning her attention. As she adjusted the Old Man's position on the bed, gently laying him back and tucking the blanket over him, she caught Alfred's silent cue.
Once the Old Man had closed his eyes to rest, Linda followed Alfred out of the ward.
One of the guards standing nearby raised a brow. "What's wrong?" he asked, his tone cold, eyes flicking between the two.
