Let Me Go, Mr. Hill!

Chapter 162
Shaun frowned. “There’s nothing skeptical about it. What about the man who led Catherine there? He seemed quite safe at that time.”

“He claimed that he was only in charge of leading Miss Jones to take the measurements. On their way, the two of them were so engrossed in the conversation that he forgot to give Miss Jones a helmet.”

“Engrossed?” Shaun pointed to the blanket that he was staring at, then scoffed all of a sudden.

Hadley felt awkward. Was Shaun jealous because of this petty issue? “This is how salespeople usually act. They’re glibber than anyone else.”

“Anyway, he needs to bear most of the responsibility this time,” Shaun said coldly, “Send an attorney’s letter to Hudson. If the compensation Hudson is going to offer isn’t satisfactory, I won’t let them off the hook.”

“Okay.”

At that moment, Catherine brought the dishes to the table. Upon realizing Hadley’s presence, she was stunned. “I’m sorry, I only prepared a meal for two.”

“It’s fine. I’ve already eaten. Anyway, I’m going to leave in a while.” Hadley’s eyes swept over the dishes on the table, which gave him a shock. It was his first time seeing Young Master Hill having such a plain meal in the hospital. In fact, Shaun’s meals used to consist of over ten varieties of dishes.

What shocked Hadley the most was that Young Master Hill did not make any comment about it.

Catherine placed all the dishes, she glanced at Shaun’s left hand which he could still use. “Do you want me to feed you? Or are

am I going to eat with

“Please, Young Master Hill. Your left hand is actually more flexible than

now.” Shaun gave Hadley

going out

quite nice.”

Shaun’s eyes flashed with grimness. “Is he nicer

gaze became strange. “It seems that…

“…”

Jealous?

like a joke to him. “Would I even get jealous because of you? Are you having an illusion? I’m just trying to

Don’t starve, or I’ll be upset.” As Catherine did not want to listen to his lectures anymore, she quickly coaxed him into eating while

she fed him the

me up. I want