Chapter 199 What Is A Conscience?

Hearing the light and elegant footsteps heading to the door of the surveillance room, Jeremy turned around and went out. He blocked the way of a well-preserved middle-aged noble woman.

He looked at his mother, Ysabelle Chilton, who had never smiled at him, and he beamed at her, a grin that was laced with frost. He kept a distance from her and asked, "What do you want?"

Ysabelle looked delicate and seemed to be mixed-race. Her eyes were blacker than ink, her nose tall, and her skin fairer than snow. However, none of that could cover the trace of anger in her eyes.

She was a woman who was close to fifty years old, but she still looked like she was in her thirties. She could easily stun any man who came into contact with her.

"I heard that you brought a woman back to my hospital, so I came to see her."