Mr. Hale: Now, hold me tight.

Capital City, Old House of Hale Family

A series of urgent telephone ringing woke Old Sir Hale, who was deep in sleep. He and his wife were old and went to bed early. He furrowed his brow and groggily answered the phone, "Who is it?"

"Old Sir Hale, your grandson has had an incident!"

"Which grandson?"

"William Hale."

"What?" Old Sir Hale was instantly fully awake, "What happened to William?"

"He…"

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In the information age, news spreads extremely fast. The moment Zoe Bell stepped out of the elevator, she felt all eyes in the lobby turn to her.

Everyone was curious as to how she had managed to get involved with William Hale.

Just now, all her energy had been focused on dealing with the Bell Family, so much so that she had neglected the pain in her right foot.

Dressed in formal attire, she was wearing high heels, and her tension suddenly relaxed, making walking feel uncomfortable.

She had a habit of taking painkillers for her leg pain.