Robert didn't answer, as if he hadn't heard what he said.
He hung his eyes and played with the pen on Nill's desk.
Then, as if something invisible made him inexplicably upset, he unconsciously took the pen and stabbed the blank medical record book on the table.
One, one, one more time!
"How did she... Get so miserable?" Nill felt that his throat was a little dry.
He took the initiative to say, "back then, it was some of our bad ideas that made you forcibly send her abroad, and cut off her way back and didn't let her come back, but who knows... Alas... Don't keep silent! This... It's scary."
Robert still hung his eyes, half of his face was in shadow, which made people unable to see his expression clearly.
His voice was very low: "you helped me out, and it was me who made the final decision."
"Then you say, why did she come back after being hurt like this? Why..."
Nill paused, looked at the broken ball pen in his hand with worry, and finally asked, "why didn't she mention a word to you?"
"I don't know!"
Maybe she hates me!
But he swallowed it back and he didn't want to say it himself.
"Then... And..."
Nill glanced at him in embarrassment and whispered, "Cynthia should almost wake up. Do you want to see her?"
Hearing the sound, Robert didn't speak. He kept the same posture for a long time, as if thinking about something.
Later, he said, "I don't want to..."
"If you don't want to, don't meet her! Anyway, in my hospital, I'll let the nurse take care of her..."
Nill said half, but Robert took the second half: "however, I still have to go."
After all, he wanted to ask Cynthia something in person.
However, he didn't bother. He took the initiative to ask too much. As soon as he entered the ward, Cynthia sat up from the hospital bed with his stomach covered: "cousin, you're here..."
She looked very excited, but soon, she lowered her head again: "sorry! I was wrong."
This look of admitting mistakes is too skilled. In recent years, Robert has seen it several times a year, but he is also used to it
He was not as indifferent as usual. He only asked coldly, "really? Tell me, what have you done wrong?"
"No matter what I have done wrong, I'm wrong anyway. So, you see, I admit my mistake, will you forgive me?"
Robert smiled briefly, "That is, you don't know what's wrong? Is it?"
"Cousin..."
"Since you don't understand, let me ask you! The photos of Jessica going to Vancouver were taken today or ten days later, and the results were the same, right?"
Cynthia 's forehead gushed big drops of sweat. She didn't dare to lie in front of Robert, but she didn't dare to tell the truth.
Then he said vaguely, "but... But it's better to shoot earlier anyway? After the film is released, it needs to be refined, and... There are still a lot of follow-up things to do..."
"That's not what you told me at first."
Robert raised his eyes, and the dark pupil was particularly deep and cold: "Cynthia , a clear distinction between public and private, is my most basic requirement for subordinates."
Cynthia hurriedly glanced elsewhere, but she explained weakly: "but, i... I'm also for the good of the company."