Chapter 553: 553: Life Hanging by a Thread

Chapter 553: Chapter 553: Life Hanging by a Thread

Ella Charles had finished cooking and phoned Grace, asking her to come over to the shop for dinner.

Clearing her throat, Grace spoke in a thick voice, “I’ll be right there.”

Feeling something was off, Ella Charles’s eyebrows furrowed together, “Grace, what’s wrong with you? Your voice sounds hoarse!”

“Mom, I’m fine, I’ve just caught a cold, that’s all.”

Ella Charles’s voice turned even gentler, “There’s medicine in the drawer under the TV. Take some and put on a thick jacket, keep warm. We are in a mining area, up in the mountains, so it’s colder than the city. You don’t have to come here, I’ll bring the food to you.”

“Mom, don’t bother, I can come by myself. I have my thick jacket on. It’s just a minor cold, nothing serious, some medicine will do.”

After a moment of hesitation, Ella Charles said, “In that case, come over here. I’ll make you some ginger soup.”

“Thank you, mom!”

“There’s no need for such formality with your mother. You go and take your medicine first, I’ll start making the ginger soup straight away.”

Once mom hung up, Grace unexpectedly felt like crying.

Why isn’t such a good mother her own mother?!

Would she ever stop wanting her one day?

All the injured were still being resuscitated. The bodyguard responsible for security honestly reported to President Michael Marshall: “We don’t know what happened, the old man’s car suddenly hit the divider’s pillar. It was a downhill section of the road at that time, so the car was moving quite fast, and the impact was quite severe.”

“...”

“We have rescued everyone. The driver was burnt and is in a serious condition. According to the emergency doctors, the old man has sustained a head injury, some bruises and fractures. His condition is also rather serious.”

“...”

Michael Marshall’s expression was very serious, his lips pressed tightly together.

He carefully analysed the video footage from the driver’s dashcam brought by the bodyguard.

The whole incident was indeed as reported by the bodyguard.

Suddenly, Michael Marshall ordered sternly, “Contact an independent investigation company, and find two more for verification. Thoroughly inspect the crashed car. Also, investigate the driver’s personal information in detail, including his family situation. I want to see all the maintenance records of the car.”

“Yes, I’ll take care of it right away!”

Michael Marshall’s eyebrows were knitted together tightly, his deep eyes narrowing, his voice heavy, “Buy all the photos and videos from the eyewitnesses on the scene. This matter must not be leaked. All news must be blocked. We will decide what to do when Daniel returns.”

“Understood, President Marshall.”

The bodyguards left to get to work, and only two bodyguards who had accompanied Michael Marshall, as well as the chief steward from Beverly Hills, remained in the emergency centre waiting for news with Michael.

Michael Marshall’s face was filled with worry.