CHAPTER 454: CHAPTER 454: WARREN PRESCOTT IS BACK

Time passed both long and short, about an hour later, it was finally Ashley Shaw’s turn to go on stage.

The strange thing is, she was nervous while waiting to get on stage earlier.

But once she actually stood on the stage, her heart was calm.

Maybe it was that self-admonition that worked: Having died once before, what is there to fear about speaking on stage?

Once she wasn’t nervous, everything went smoothly as expected.

Her voice echoed through the speakers in the auditorium, and the students below craned their necks, watching her intently.

Ashley Shaw remembered the saying, treat the audience as radishes, and couldn’t help but curl her lips, continuing to read the script.

Once her speech was done, the dean praised her and let her leave.

Ashley Shaw felt as if granted amnesty, exhaled a breath, and quickly walked towards the backstage stairs.

She saw Ariana Grant standing there waving at her.

Ashley Shaw realized someone must have called in, and her heartbeat quickened instantly.

Even more nervous than before she got on stage.

She almost skipped steps as she jumped down the stairs.

Ariana Grant saw her and quickly told her to slow down.

Ashley Shaw had been waiting for news for so long, how could she slow down?

She quickly approached Ariana Grant and asked: "Who called?"

"It was Chairman Prescott."

Ashley Shaw suddenly looked up, and asked: "What did he say?"

"Didn’t say much, possibly because someone else answered the call, just said when you have time, give him a call back."

Ashley Shaw nodded, took her phone, and said: "I’ll go out and make a call, and be back right away."

"No worries, I already asked, there’s nothing else planned for you afterwards, take your time to call, no hurry." Ariana Grant deeply understood the importance of the matter and had already inquired for her.

Ashley Shaw patted Ariana Grant on the shoulder, grabbed her phone, slipped out the back door, walked to an open, empty space outside, then pulled out her phone, took a deep breath, and dialed Lars Prescott’s number.

The dial tone rang several times before it was answered.

"Ashley?"

Ashley Shaw noticed Lars Prescott’s voice was slightly hoarse, and her heart immediately jumped.

Could it be...

No, it can’t be, just chasing down a small site manager is all, surely nothing happened.

She told herself inwardly, and tried to ask calmly: "Uncle Prescott... how is Warren Prescott?"

"I just arrived in Senvira not long ago, roughly another ten minutes to the hospital."

The hospital...

Ashley Shaw opened her mouth, yet surprisingly couldn’t speak after several seconds.

Still, it was Lars Prescott who said: "Warren is slightly injured, but it’s not serious, no life-threatening risk."

Only then did Ashley Shaw’s heart settle, feeling a bit annoyed that Lars didn’t say everything in one go, that gave her quite a scare!

"Good, as long as there’s no life risk. Does Grandpa Prescott know about this?"

Lars Prescott said: "Not yet, my thought is, since it was kept secret from the start, might as well keep it secret throughout. Warren’s injuries aren’t severe, with some time they’ll heal. At that time, we’ll just say he had a minor accident abroad, the old man can take it."

"Yeah, yeah, then I’ll keep hiding it."

The conversation could’ve ended here, Ashley was planning to say "Then I won’t disturb you," but unexpectedly, Lars Prescott suddenly mentioned two names.

It was precisely the two names she told Assistant Lowell.

One was Sawyer Prescott, the other Milo Prescott.

"These two names, you told Assistant Lowell, right?"

"Yes... but it wasn’t me who mentioned them, it was Leo."

"Hmm, I know, I meant, once he’s done with a segment of his work, has time, please arrange a dinner between us with him."

Ashley Shaw instinctively responded, then suddenly realized, Lars could contact Xavier Quincy directly, yet deliberately went through her... is he intentionally trying to ease relations between her and him?

But why do that?

She has gone to college, completely severing foster daughter ties with the Prescott Family, and will rarely return to the Prescott Family in the future.

Why, now, ease relations, what’s the point?

Ashley couldn’t figure it out, so she simply decided not to think anymore.

She merely reincarnated, not became smarter; her ordinary mind, can’t even guess these businessmen’s thoughts.

Simply pretend not to understand, and say: "Once Leo finishes his things and returns, I will inform you immediately."

"Alright, you get busy with yours, I am about to reach the hospital."

"Okay."

After the call ended, Ashley Shaw took a breath and felt today’s air was much clearer.

Warren was found, albeit slightly injured, but his life wasn’t endangered—no better result than this could’ve been hoped for.

She thought, and decided she must inform Leo too, so she edited an email on the spot to give Xavier Quincy an assurance of peace.

Meanwhile, Lars Prescott had also reached the Senvira hospital.

Though the medical standard here isn’t as high as domestic, this hospital is already the finest here.

He walked towards the inpatient department, asking Assistant Lowell who approached him: "Can he not remember anything?"

Assistant Lowell nodded, full of melancholy: "Yes... Mr. Prescott Jr. doesn’t even remember me."

But soon he turned the conversation, saying: "However, Mr. Prescott Jr. remembers some things from his childhood, surely he’ll remember you."

Lars Prescott hummed, his face revealing no joy or anger.

His son indeed faces no life-threatening risk but has lost much of his memory.

This news, to him, is both good and bad.

Yet, no matter what, no life risk is good, lost memories can be recovered gradually, whereas if life is lost, all is lost.

He even wondered, had he wronged Claudia Jennings, that heaven couldn’t stand it, using this as punishment?

But he clearly has already set aside the dissatisfaction in his heart, wishing to live peacefully and happily with Claudia Jennings.

In no time, he arrived at Warren Prescott’s hospital ward.

Here the medical standard isn’t high, but the environment is nice—the single room ward feels like a hotel—bright and spacious.

Warren Prescott’s black eyes looked over at him, eyes seeming puzzled, but quickly tentatively spoke: "Dad?"

Lars Prescott, a big man, seeing Warren Prescott’s head wrapped in bandages, suddenly felt his eyes well with tears.

"Hm... Yes, it’s me, Dad."

He trembled as he walked over, grabbed Warren Prescott’s hand firmly, without uttering a sound for quite a while.

Until Warren Prescott spoke, saying he was fine, only did Lars find his voice.

He asked: "Besides dizziness, is there anywhere else uncomfortable?"

Warren Prescott shook his head, deftly withdrew his hand, saying: "No, now dizziness has improved a lot, just... can’t remember many things."

Warren Prescott always feels slightly uneasy speaking with Lars.

He actually can’t quite recall what his father looks like, but strangely, seeing Lars appear at the door of the ward, it was like a voice in his mind telling him, this is his dad.

Or rather, instead of remembering who Lars is, it’s more like, a conditioned reflex.

Yes, a conditioned reflex.

Seeing this person, he reacted instinctively by calling out "Dad."

The opponent’s eyes immediately turned red back then, so he was certain he hadn’t called wrong.