The driver had already braved the rain to enter the building. "Mr. Lynch, the car is ready."
Later, Tom walked through the storm and got into the car.
Watching the driver head towards the hospital, he spoke in a low voice, "Don't go to the hospital. Take me to Miss Dawson's residence."
Dina was waiting in the yard with an umbrella. The moment she saw Tom, she dropped it and threw herself into his arms, not a trace of fear visible on her face.
Tom stroked her hair repeatedly, about to comfort her, when his cell phone rang urgently in his pocket.
He answered, and the police officer on the other end spoke in a serious tone, "Mr. Lynch, five days ago, a fatal accident occurred at a hospital affiliated with the Lynch Corporation. The deceased is your … "
"I know, I've already asked someone to send compensation to the family," he said.
The police officer's tone became even more serious upon hearing Tom's voice, "It's not about the compensation. The deceased … "
"Alright, you can contact Miss Dawson for this kind of thing. I have other things to do. I'll hang up now." Tom interrupted the police officer again and hung up the phone directly.
He turned off his phone as he pulled Dina into his arms, murmuring, "A few days ago, one of the doctors in Lynch Hospital died during surgery. I've already arranged everything, but it seems the family isn't satisfied. I'm sorry to trouble you, Dina. I'll need you to visit them again tomorrow."
Tom trailed off, his gaze falling on the stroller in the room. Seemingly remembering something, he called his subordinate and gave detailed instructions. "Go find this traditional doctor. Have him prepare some nourishing tonics according to this prescription and send them to the hospital. It's been five days; my wife has been arguing with me and probably hasn't eaten much. Go now."
"Forget it. Just bring him to the hospital. Have him examine the baby, too."
After saying that, Tom searched for the doctor's business card on his phone and sent it to Dina.
"Dina, things have been chaotic and troublesome lately. I don't have time to go with you. If you have time, go see this traditional doctor yourself."
Dina looked at the business card on her phone, and a flicker of subtle displeasure crossed her eyes. She curled up on the sofa, pretending to ask casually, "Tom, is Regina still mad at you?"