Chapter: 1009

Looking at the man who stopped just a few steps away from her,

Rachel's face became even paler as if she had seen a ghost.

Her right hand was clenched into a fist, and her nails pressed against the palm of her hand almost hard enough to draw blood. The pain in her palm told her that it wasn't an illusion. The man in front of her was Victor.

But if Victor was standing there, who was the man who had died in the operating room? Who was he?

Before Rachel could fully regain her composure, Joey hit her suddenly and although it was light, she staggered a few steps back.

Noticing that Rachel wasn't steady on her feet, Victor moved toward her subconsciously and wanted to support her.

“Mommy, what are you doing here? I couldn't find you when I came back just now." Joey, who didn't notice the expression on Rachel's face, asked sweetly.

"I..." Rachel opened her mouth, but couldn't get any words out. She wanted to look away from Victor, but just like her lips, her eyes weren't obeying her mind.

She felt pain as her fingernails pierced into her palm. But it still wasn't enough to get her out of the trance she was in.

"Is the operation over?" When Victor looked down, he saw Rachel's tightly clenched hand. His eyes darkened as he mistook it for a sign that Rachel didn't want to see him, so he looked away and kept reminding himself not to look at her. He looked at Ivan and asked him about the matter at hand.

"Mr. Sullivan, I'm sorry. The doctors failed to rescue him." After a moment's silence, Ivan handed the death notice to Victor.

"He only has a grandmother who is confined to her bed by sickness all year round. I'm afraid his grandmother can't handle this kind of news."

Looking down at the death notice, Victor reached out his hand and said, "Cancel everything on tomorrow's schedule. I'll go to his home and pay a visit to his grandmother in person. Due to her health, just keep his death a secret from her for now."

Ivan nodded agreeing to Victor's strategy.

Joey released his hold on Rachel's thighs as he listened in on the conversation. He asked in confusion, "Who are you guys talking about?"

“It's Mr. Sullivan's driver." Ivan sighed.

“Before Gentlefolk caught fire, I had asked him to get some documents on a project from Mr.

Sullivan's apartment. He said he was on his way back to the company, but later he called to say that he had left something there, so he went back to get it."

A few hours before, when the driver went back, Gentlefolk had already been burning.

The driver had planned to drive away immediately, but before he could leave, an old woman grabbed his arm and begged him to save his little grandson. The woman's grandson had fallen asleep in their apartment on the twelfth floor. With the disabled elevator and her painful legs, she couldn't climb up the stairs all the way to the twelfth floor. No matter how anxious she was, she couldn't reach her grandson in time.

Her worry and fear only increased when she saw people coming out of the stairwell, but none of them was her grandson.

She kept begging them to save her grandson, but no one paid attention to her as they ran to save their lives.

The driver looked at the old woman and felt pity. Maybe it was because at that very moment he saw his own grandmother in her eyes begging someone to save him. Luckily, the fire hadn't spread completely.

However, no one expected that when the driver found the woman's grandson and was about to take him downstairs, the gas tank exploded.

He protected the child subconsciously, but the back of his head took a hit on the corner of a wall, and then he tumbled down the stairs.