Chapter 327 Ch Three Hundred And Twenty Seven

• It was deep into the night about two hours after his mother had called that Andre appeared at last at the hospital, looking quite disoriented and disheveled, with a bandage wrapped around his head.
• His face looked so pale and dull, and his eyes were shadowed with rage and exhaustion as he made his way into her room. He didn’t ask why she wanted to leave after wasting so much money remaining in the hospital for weeks instead of going home, and she didn’t ask what had happened to him either.
• They just sat in silence as he drove her to her private residence, which she had requested that he do, instead of their fine mansion. It was the only property she still had left after Malcolm stripped them of everything.