"That's good..." Tara Summer chuckled, shaking her head, "You can rest assured, I just asked Emma..."
"She said she hasn't been feeling well these past few days not out of sympathy for Minnie Sutton, but because she is worried about something else arising at the presidential residence."
"Suze Sutton, still doesn't dare to make any major moves..." Walter Schmidt's expression grew colder by several degrees, and he was about to continue when Emma Benson walked out from the bedroom.
She held a phone in her hand, her small face gloomy with a slightly pale complexion. Seeing them, she said in a low voice, "Just now, I got a call from Minnie Sutton. She said she wants to meet with me and asked if I'm willing, to go to St. Luke's Private Hospital at three o'clock this afternoon!"
"What?" Tara Summer exclaimed in shock, suddenly standing up with furrowed brows, "Minnie Sutton called you? ...What did she sound like on the phone? How is her state?"
