Love Has its Will by Selena Lewis

Chapter 475

“Wasn’t you in a wheelchair?”

Tyrell was stunned. He was shocked by what he had heard. His face was full of disbelief.

“Mr. Cassel, stop joking.”

That person just now looked exactly like Brandon. How could it not be him?

“Do you think I’m in the mood to joke now?”

Enter title… Brandon held the examination report in his hand. The double pressure of marriage and illness intertwined, making his face very ugly.

“Then I might have seen wrongly,” Tyrell smiled and stopped talking about it.

After all, it was not strange that someone looked like Brandon.

Besides, Tyrell was more concerned about another thing now. “Mr. Cassel, what are you doing in the psychiatry department?”

Tyrell seemed to be concerned, but he was already looking at the report in Brandon’s hands.

Fortunately, the report was sealed. And Tyrell could only see the folder.

“It’s none of your business.” Brandon glared at him coldly, his face filled with displeasure.

Tyrell smiled indifferently. “Mr. Cassel, don’t be angry. I was just joking.”

Mandel struggled to jump down from Tyrell’s arms and ran to Tyrell.

“Daddy, what’s wrong with you? You guys-don’t know how to take care of yourselves. Why did you and Savanna fall sick the moment I left?”

Brandon keenly caught the key information in Mandel’s words. He frowned and asked,

“Did you go to see Savanna?”

“I heard that Ms. Thompson is sick. So, I dropped by to take a look. Do you mind it?”

“Who told you that she was in the hospital?”

Brandon’s tone became colder and colder.

said it. I went back home, but none of you

point, Mandel looked up

my mommy might get a

when he heard those words. “I didn’t say

long as he didn’t agree, they

sigh of relief. “That’s good. Daddy and Savanna

chatted for a

to return to the

was ironic. Savanna always wanted to

same as Brandon appeared in the

thin lips, and

that the man was sitting in a wheelchair, his legs covered

bodyguard in black pushed him

ward

me over to take a

respectfully and then pushed the

the middle of the door, and everything inside

Finn Orwell, sat in a wheelchair. He could see through the glass in the

against the head of the bed. Her long hair spread out on her shoulder, covering half of her face.

a beauty.” Finn praised. “She is really

want to go in and visit

his head. “There’s no

“Alright, Mr. Orwell.”

the door of the ward for a moment, and the

Finn away respectfully.

in her own world, thinking about how to escape from Brandon with her

the elevator

face. Just then,

in a wheelchair or stretcher. However, Brandon found the man looked exactly the same

was looking

What was going on?

took a step forward and ran around the corner. The corridor was empty,

stood in the distance,

on the fifth floor. He remembered what Tyrell

not mistaken. A person who looked exactly like him

this person did not go