Chapter 697
Landon hurried to the hospital in the wee hours of the morning after coaxing Lauren to sleep, where he
soon joined Becketts and Taylors.
Unable to take it anymore, Newton had retired to a VIP ward to rest with Javier’s help.
“Jonah, I just interrogated that son of a bitch.”
Jonah had gone to the end of the hallway to answer a call from Cyrus.
“I’ve been in this line of work for so long. I could instantly tell he’s hiding something from us! But he just
won’t crack!” Cyrus exclaimed.
“What did that asshole tell you?” Jonah asked solemnly.
“He said he attacked Madam Lyla because he used to be her top fan. He’s harbored anger toward her
ever since she quit the industry, feeling like she betrayed him.
“Can you imagine that bullshit? Madam Lyla was the actress of the century back then! Who does he think
he is to be able to bag someone like her?” Cyrus yelled, venting out a whole night’s worth of anger to his
brother.
Jonah frowned. “Get to the point.”
“Sorry, Jonah. I got too carried away.”
Cyrus composed himself and said, “The jackass said he attacked Madam Lyla because seeing her
triggered all the sadness he had felt over the years because of her.
“He’s not fooling anyb*dy with that nonsensical story! Someone ordered him to do this. I’m sure of it!”
“Your interrogation results are similar to what I figured,” Jonah said lightly.
Cyrus said, “This is all I could dig out so far, Jonah. The guy was really meticulous to erase everything
suspicious from his phone, too.
“There’s no sign that he was instructed by anyone at all. My guess is that he used a spare phone to
communicate with whoever instructed him. They planned this out very thoughtfully.”
“What if this isn’t the first time he’s done this?” Cyrus asked.
Jonah narrowed his eyes and said coldly, “Then I don’t trust a word he’s said. It’s all too much to be a
coincidence.
“You can immediately tell that someone orchestrated this behind the scenes. I need to figure out who
tried to hurt Madam Lyla.”
“Understood. I’ll do my part as well, Jonah.”
Cyrus paused before asking, “How is … how is Jasper doing?”
“He’s still in a critical state,” Jonah answered tightly.
Cyrus really didn’t know what to say to that.
“But I’m sure the odds will turn in his favor. Lyse is operating on his brain as we speak. It’s been five hours
now.”
“What?” Cyrus nearly spat his drink out.
“O-operating on his brain? Does she think he’s some practice dummy? Lyse’s way of getting revenge on
her ex is…. quite something!”
“We need to trust Dr. Snow’s medical expertise. To her, brain surgery shouldn’t be a difficult task.” Jonah
smiled, recalling his multifaceted sister.
“Doctor… Snow?” Cyrus gasped.
“That skilled, well-known medical expert who has saved countless patients from death’s door again and
again… is Alyssa?”
Jonah chuckled proudly. “Yes, your baby sister.”
He could imagine Cyrus’ jaw hitting the ground through the phone.
“Damn! That’s F***ing awesome!”
