The driver pushed aside the branches, his eyes widening in shock as he recognized the two figures standing inside. "Mr. Lancelot, what are you doing here?"
"I heard a noise and came to investigate."
Shirley's gaze, venomous as a viper, was fixed on the driver, and she harbored a murderous intent.
"Oh dear, why is there so much blood? Could Mr. Moore have a heart attack, faint, and fall?"
"Mr. Lancelot, have you called an ambulance?"
Brian had been conducting on-site inspections recently, working tirelessly every day, and often experiencing angina.
Just a few days ago, he had even fainted from overexertion.
Thus, the driver instinctively assumed the situation was the same as before – a recurrence of a heart attack due to a missed dose of medication.
Oblivious to the subtle shift in
