Not bothering to look at her anymore, Cristofer lowered his head and said to Vincent, “I don’t want to see her anymore. You know what to do.”

Vincent nodded politely, “Yes, sir.”

At this moment, someone brought a wheelchair over. Vincent helped Cristofer into it and whispered, “Mrs. Hans, you should head back and rest. I’ll take care of everything.”

Wincing in pain, Cristofer replied, “Handle it quickly.”

“No problem. You can trust me,” Vincent assured him.

Cristofer ...