Chapter 550 Return (2)

Tim had been with the man for more than ten years, he certainly knew what kind of person he was. He shouldn't be too angry, but at this time, he really couldn't control his emotions.

Looking at Richie, who was so weak as if the next second he would fall down directly when the wind blew, he said with a cold smile, "Richie, do you think now is the time to care about those things?"

He was afraid that even if he blocked the rest of the people, Richie would have no life to check again.

Richie raised his head and looked down and out, originally should be incomparably depressed. But people were afraid to look at him.

No matter what he was wearing and how he curled up in a corner, nobility could never be erased.

Tim overcame the pressure that this man deliberately showed. He braced himself to meet his calm eyes, with a cold face, and pretended to be calm, "No matter what you are thinking about, I can't allow you to gamble your own safety."

He had already called someone, and there was only ten minutes left before someone would pick him up and take him to the hospital, then someone would be allowed to take him away regardless of his unwillingness.

Richie fluttered his eyelashes, and curled his lips. Dissatisfied with his attitude, he retorted, "What? Do you have a bad temper? It's just a few days after I left."

"Richie, not to mention your health, for the sake of your wife, you shouldn't do anything else now."

Tim had no choice but to move out Consuela to persuade him.

If there was only one person who was able to break Richie's bottom line and not to be punished, it probably was his wife, Consuela.

Now that he mentioned Consuela, he could stop him from doing what he wanted to do next.

Sure enough, hearing this, Richie was stunned for a while. After a while, he narrowed his eyes and stared at Tim. He suddenly beca

ve and cold Richie was.

'It's okay. He's the one who suffered all of these.'

No matter how sad he was, he couldn't understand the special emotion in him. It was just some words.

"Richie, is this the way you and Consuela are. Are you planning on a cold war or not? You always look like a dead man every day..."

"Are you free recently?"

"… How's that possible? Because you are not there, and Uncle Hawk, who came up so suddenly is not very in charge. I have to negotiate most of the cooperation matters. I'm just too busy."

"Oh, so you are not paying more attention to Consuela?"

If he didn't take good care of her at night, his parents would give her the cold shoulder, or some relatives who were on good terms, to search for her.

After figuring it out, Richie staggered. His body leaned forward. As he was about to fall, Tim held him.

Before Richie's face changed, he immediately released his grip, stabilized the man, and shifted the topic, "Richie, I've said that you don't have to be worried. The car of the hospital has arrived, and we'll soon be there. Then you not only can heal your wounds, but also can see your wife and your children."

He had never met the children, who were belong to him and Consuela.