Dina was waiting in the yard with an umbrella. The moment she saw Tom, she dropped it and threw herself into his arms, not a trace of fear visible on her face.
Tom stroked her hair repeatedly, about to comfort her, when his cell phone rang urgently in his pocket.
He answered, and the police officer on the other end spoke in a serious tone, "Mr. Lynch, five days ago, a fatal accident occurred at a hospital affiliated with the Lynch Corporation. The deceased is your … "
"I know, I've already asked someone to send compensation to the family," he said.
The police officer's tone became even more serious upon hearing Tom's voice, "It's not about the compensation. The deceased … "
"Alright, you can contact Miss Dawson for this kind of thing. I have other things to do. I'll hang up now." Tom interrupted the police officer again and hung up the phone directly.
He turned off his phone as he pulled Dina into his arms, murmuring, "A few days ago, one of the doctors in Lynch Hospital died during surgery. I've already arranged everything, but it seems the family isn't satisfied. I'm sorry to trouble you, Dina. I'll need you to visit them again tomorrow."