To avoid getting into trouble, the doctor immediately turned around and left.
The nurse was recording Sampson’s vital signs as he entered the ward.
Armand stepped aside and asked, “When is he going to wake up?”
“Three hours later.” The nurse finished recording the last item and explained the precautions, “Now that the patient has just had the surgery, try not to move him. If you need any help, you may just call the doctor at any time.”
“Got it.” Before Boyce could open his mouth, Armand spoke up first.
The nurse glanced at him, took the records, and turned around to left.
The door of the ward closed, Armand walked towards the bed as he was staring gloomily at the person lying on the bed and clenched his fingers so tight until they clucked.
Boyce felt that something bad might happen and came up to stop him, “Don’t be that impulsive.”
“I’m not impulsive as the doctor said a superficial wound won’t kill him,” As Armand tried to free himself from Boyce, Boyce threw his arms around his neck as, “I’m also so upset that I would like to stab at him. How dare he smacked Ms. Leslie, his life doesn’t matter, but Armand, look, he is still in a coma. If you beat him, does it hurt?”
Armand’s eyes blinked. “Is it impossible to feel pain if he is in a coma?”
“How can you experience pain while you’re in a coma?” Boyce felt like Armand was asking a silly question.
“However, I can’t bear with this.” Armand exhaled swiftly in rage.
“Wait for him to recover. You can torture him in any way you want.” Boyce persisted in his persuasion.
Armand stared at Boyce and he instantly understood Boyce’s intention. He said as he sneered, “Is he scared of causing him to die?”
Boyce was speechless.
“At least now he can’t die, but later, I don’t know,” Boyce replied calmly, “Think, Sampson was found guilty in a case and what he did was considered as a jailbreak. He was now doubly guilty, after he is back, he will be locked up, and with me being there, you can just do whatever you want to him “
He agreed with what he said after some thoughts.
“Think about how humiliating it was to be slapped. Why don’t you wait for him to wake up then you humiliate him?” Boyce continued to say.
Armand glanced at the unconscious Sampson, it would be in vain if he scolded him and slapped him as he couldn’t feel anything.
“All right, for your sake, I’ll wait for him to get well first.” Armand calmed down, “Please let me go.”
“I’ll never forget what he had done to Ms. Leslie,” Boyce stroked his shoulder.
He patted his chest as he said that.
“Then I’m leaving,” Armand said and touched his shoulder with his.
“Sure.”
After Armand departed, Boyce walked to the bed and swept a chilly gaze at the person lying on the bed who couldn’t move. If this guy was awake, he had to beat him up first!
But, since Ms. Leslie was OK, he pulled out his cell phone and called Loredana to speak with her about the matter with Sampson.
Loredana was in the hotel.
Loredana had just given the two children a good bath and helped them put on pyjamas. After the good bath, which made her feel comfortable, Simona was jumping on the bed. This time Samuel did not mind her being so childish and was playing with her ‘crazily’ on the bed. He was able to solve his Rubik’s cube so he was in a good mood, and was willing to have fun crazily with her sister.
Loredana couldn’t help but smiled as she watched them playing happily with each other.
She was about to go to put the bath towel away when the phone on the table rang.00000
She stepped over and picked it up, the caller ID showed that it was Boyce, her grin slowly froze. She looked at her kid and said, “Don’t be too vigorous as you just took a shower and you’ll be uncomfortable if you sweat.”
“Got it.” Samuel stopped and reply her.
Cormac became weird as he returned from outdoors.
Loredana didn’t realize what was wrong with him. His phone rang while she was giving a bath to the two children. It was Abbott Baron phoning, possibly he called work because he turned on the computer after answering the phone. After he sat down, he didn’t get up.
She picked the phone up, and before he could respond, she said, “Wait a minute.”
Boyce responded by answering Ok.
Loredana placed the towel in her hand in the bathroom, then she walked to the door and looked back, the two children were still having fun on the bed while Cormac was still engrossed in his work. His long fingers kept tapping on the computer, he didn’t see Loredana leaving at all.
Loredana gripped her phone, turned around, and exited the room. She closed the room door behind her.
Cormac’s hand stopped tapping on the keyboard as the door closed.
When he turned to face the locked door, his deep eyes became emotionally watery.
Loredana strolled to the end of the hallway and looked out at the not-so-glorious metropolis. The night landscape was with sparse neon light, she was unsure what type of news that Boyce would bring to her.
But she knew she’d have to face it sooner or later.
“Go ahead,” she said with her eyes slightly down.
“Don’t worry, Ms. Leslie is OK, Armand is not someone who can’t manage the situation. About this problem, he won’t even think about it, and of course, he won’t blame you, Sampson has also been saved, he didn’t die, you don’t have to worry about it.”
Loredana exhaled a sigh of relief. Thankfully, Ms. Leslie was unharmed, and Sampson didn’t die also.
Even if Sampson was guilty, they couldn’t lynch him.
“I’m a bit confused.” Suddenly, Boyce spoke.
“About what?” Loredana inquired.
“I’m curious if Cormac wants him dead or if he doesn’t. He had undergone training with me but he quit halfway due to a problem in his family. I knew his shooting skill well, if he wanted Sampson to die, he wouldn’t have missed by two millimetres. If he didn’t want him to die, how come he struck him so near to his heart?”
Loredana had no idea.
“If there is nothing special, I’m going to hang up then,” Boyce said.
Loredana hummed faintly.
She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window while she was gripping her phone and thinking about what Boyce had just said. She knew what Boyce meant. If Cormac wanted Sampson dead, that shot might have killed him.
What was going through his thoughts at the time?
She couldn’t figure it out, as she couldn’t imagine what was going through Cormac’s mind.
Sometimes she felt like she knew him well, and other times she felt like she didn’t know him at all.
New Book: Beginning with a Daring Encounter
Celsie was tired of being labeled as an introvert, workaholic, and dull virgin by her friends. Determined to prove them wrong, she made a bet that she would do something daring on her 25th birthday. Now that the day had arrived, it was time to fulfill her promise. On her daring to-do list, there was one task: a one-night stand with someone.
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