The maid lowered her head, looking a little hesitant to speak.
"Tell me or die?" said Devan, threatening again. Claire who was nearby could only take a deep breath, she didn't dare to make a sound at all.
At first, she felt sorry for the maids who were treated rudely. However, when she thought of her son, that feeling instantly disappeared.
"Are you deaf?" Devan snapped again when he saw the maid in front of him just looking down and playing with her visible fingers.
"I-I don't know, sir. I don't know the address of the hospital where Mr. Javier is being treated," said the maid, stammering a little. Cold sweat began to pour down her forehead and body. She looked very scared.
"Then, call them. Tell them that I'm waiting here. If they don't come with my son within an hour, I will destroy this house and all the assets of the Javier family," Devan said firmly.
