As she watched Nana mumble, Nancy couldn't help but feel sorry for her. What on earth had Nana encountered in the club?

How did those bastards treat Nana? "Nana, have a good rest. I'll come to see you tomorrow."

After giving her one last glance, Nancy stood up and walked out of the room.

Her mind was busy thinking about Nana, so she didn’t notice Hiram who was looking at her from a distance. "Sir, Miss Ning has left Nana's room."

"How is Nana now?" Charles asked.

"She seems to be getting better... Sir do you plan to..." There was a hint of hesitation in his tone.

With a sigh, Charles replied, "Alas, Nana is also a poor person. Let's wait and see."

"Okay." As soon as the call ended, Hiram pressed his peaked cap and walked into the elevator with his head down.

No one paid attention to him, just as how nobody paid attention to Derrick who was observing at the corner of the stairs.

It had been a while since he had been here.

According to one of David's men, Nana was still

hospital now. Fortunately, she's in a trance now. She’s sometimes unconscious and not in her right mind. Anyway, you should make a plan earlier before she gets better."

"Ah, Mr. Fu, do you want me to kill her? I can't do it. I've told you from the beginning that I won't kill anyone. My answer remains the same." Not even Derrick could change the man’s decision.

"Coward, when did I let you kill someone?" Derrick called his nickname.

"So what do you mean, Mr. Fu?" If they were talking face to face, Derrick would see the confusion on Coward’s face.

"What I mean is, you should find a way to make Nana not recover. She'd better be silly all her life, so that we can be safe." After all, Derrick was aware that he had committed a lot of crimes.

Although Charles hadn’t looked into his plotted accident yet, it seemed like he couldn’t escape the issue about the club. The police began to suspect him, but fortunately, there was no evidence yet. However, if Nana recovered, he would be in danger.