CHAPTER 634: CHAPTER 634: I WANT TO SEE HER

Yara Reagan smiled, but her laughter didn’t mean much; her expression was already very strained.

"I’m outside now, I’ll ask her later when I get the chance; she might still be asleep."

Shane Sinclair seemed not to suspect anything and responded with a "good" before hanging up the phone.

Yara Reagan put away her phone, and Trevor Hawthorne then said in a deep voice, "Was it the Sinclair family?"

"That’s right." Yara Reagan’s expression was cold and hard, with a mocking raise of her eyebrow, "Now the person feeling most guilty turns out to be me, as if I was the one who caused Evelyn’s accident."

Trevor Hawthorne pursed his lips in thought for a moment and sighed slightly, "How about this, I’ll contact James later and ask him at least to let Evelyn get in touch with the Sinclair family, so things don’t escalate."

Yara Reagan really didn’t want to talk anymore, she just softly murmured an "mm."

Soon, they arrived at Jadenhill Sanatorium.

Trevor Hawthorne didn’t plan to go in. He watched Yara Reagan and the others enter the sanatorium, then he stood in front of the car, took out his phone, and started calling James Grant.

The other side picked up quite quickly.

James Grant’s voice was slightly heavy, sounding rather unhappy, "What is it?"

"The Sinclair family just contacted Yara Reagan, saying they can’t reach Evelyn Clayton." Trevor Hawthorne’s tone was helpless, "At least don’t let this get out of hand. If it really gets to the point where the Sinclair family steps in, even if they can’t do anything to you, you definitely won’t have it easy."

James Grant was silent for a long time, and Trevor Hawthorne almost thought he hadn’t been listening.

Trevor Hawthorne called his name twice more before hearing James Grant say lightly, "Got it."

Hearing the disconnect tone coming from the receiver, Trevor Hawthorne silently sighed.

He looked towards the direction of the sanatorium, his expression inscrutable.

If it weren’t for Yara Reagan being involved, he really didn’t want to meddle.

Moreover, James Grant’s behavior this time was indeed too reckless. To be honest, Trevor Hawthorne was somewhat apprehensive.

If he really provoked the Sinclair family...

Trevor Hawthorne took a cigarette from the car, lit it, and looked at the dim sky with flickering eyes.

——

James Grant hung up the phone and didn’t come out of the study for a long time.

He came to the door of Evelyn Clayton’s bedroom, stood for quite a while, then raised his hand to knock on the door.

There was no response for quite some time, just as James Grant wanted to push the door open, a voice came from around the corner of the stairs—

"Director Grant."

James Grant turned his head to look; it was Owen Sherman.

He frowned slightly, "What is it?"

"Are you looking for Miss Clayton?" Owen Sherman approached cautiously, "I advise you not to go over now, Miss Clayton’s state isn’t good, going might just... agitate her."

James Grant’s frown deepened, "What?"

"After a simple check-up on Miss Clayton yesterday, I had a brief conversation with her." Owen Sherman’s expression was solemn, "I suspect Miss Clayton might have early symptoms of anxiety disorder."

James Grant stood stunned on the spot, "Anxiety disorder?"

"Yes. Early symptoms of anxiety disorder mostly manifest as physical discomfort or an overly reactive autonomic nervous system, resulting in inexplicable fear..." Owen Sherman’s voice grew quieter, "Miss Clayton is already showing these symptoms."

James Grant’s expression flickered for a moment, not moving for quite a while, staring blankly at the door to Evelyn Clayton’s room, speechless for a long time.

After a long pause, James Grant silently sighed, "What did you talk about yesterday?"

Owen Sherman said softly, "Just talked about her recent state and the like, Miss Clayton is very defensive and unwilling to say much."

"Alright, I understand." James Grant’s voice was slightly hoarse, "You go ahead and get busy, I’ll go see her, I won’t agitate her."