Chapter 235

“Chuck, do you think this is a coincidence?” I asked. My assistant replied in confusion. “President Shaw, what are you implying?” “It can’t be a coincidence,” I replied. This world did not have that many coincidences. It was all a plot. Two hours later, the butler was wheeled out of the operating room. Although he survived, he was still unconscious. The doctor tried to manage the family’s expectations as there was a high chance for him to be stuck in a coma. My heart felt as though it was under a mountain of pressure. I left weakly along with my assistant. At the hospital’s door, I saw a luxury car parked next to mine. I recognized that car. In fact, it was surprisingly familiar. For the three years that I was married to Dixon, he would always drive that Maybach around. I memorized the number plate. I blinked. “You can go first,” I told my assistant. My assistant nodded and passed his umbrella to me. After he left, I made my way to the Maybach hesitantly. When I approached, th