Chapitre 795: 391: Dream, he will be a loving father_1

From four in the afternoon to eight in the evening, this interminable stretch of time, Mr. Robinson counted away every minute and second.

When Mrs. Robinson was pushed into the intensive care unit, he felt as if his whole body had been drowned in water.

Drenched in sweat.

When Shaun Perkins rushed over, he saw Christopher Robinson sitting on the long bench outside the ward, looking desolate as if he had just survived a great disaster.

He approached gently and called out "President Robinson".

Christopher Robinson's tired gaze fell on him, his eyes rimmed with red, worn out like a lion who hadn't slept for nights.

"Lydia Shire is under police control now."

Upon hearing the name Lydia, Mr Robinson was filled with regret.

If he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have let her go abroad at that time; he should have let her go with that scoundrel to find her ancestral eighteen generations.

However, regret was already too late: "Let her live."