"I disagree."
Carlos walked over to Mrs. Carter's side and sat down.
Carlos grabbed Mrs. Carter's hand and found it was very cold and slightly trembling.
It was then he realized, over the years, due to her illness, wrinkles had appeared on her face, and white hair had crept into her temples. Mrs. Carter, who was even a year younger than her husband, Evan Palmer, now looked a decade older than him.
Mother was no longer the dominant businesswoman she once was.
"Carlos, you don't understand the situation.
Don't talk nonsense; your mother's illness is very serious right now, and she must be hospitalized."
Evan Palmer hadn't expected Carlos to return so quickly; it must have been Emily Parker who informed him.
"It's precisely because I know my mother's condition is critical that I refuse to entrust her to unreliable people,"
Carlos said with a cold laugh.
Doctor Reed's expression stiffened.
"How dare you speak to Doctor Reed like this?" Evan Palmer scolded.
