Chapter 108 His Right Hand Might Have Been Ruined
“This…” Mother’s face was somewhat pale, she opened her mouth, looking at me somewhat flustered, “Do the people from the Hinton family know? The Hinton family’s Carley…”
Alexander shook his head slightly, took a breath and said, “Walter didn’t let me tell anyone else, he just said he would handle it. However, this matter can’t be concealed.”
After speaking, he looked at me and sighed slightly, “Once you’ve calmed down, just lie in bed and take care of your health. If you want a child, there will always be opportunities in the future.”
I remained silent, not uttering a single word.
What was on my mind was Walter’s bloody right hand. Was his right hand ruined?
I subconsciously tightened the sheets beneath me, as a dense pain spread across my chest.
Did you get angry?
I didn’t know, I just felt a pain in my chest.
I wasn’t sure if it was because of the medication, but I didn’t stay awake for long on the hospital bed before I drifted back to sleep in a daze.
When I woke up again, it was already evening.
Suddenly awakened, it was Alexander who was sitting by the bed. Seeing me suddenly wake up, he immediately sat up straight and looked at me, asking, “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”
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I shook my head, took a sharp breath, and began to look around.
Thinking I was looking for my mother, he said, “Auntie Eileen didn’t sleep at all last night, I sent her home, don’t worry.”
I nodded, still looking around for things.
Seeing me like this, he couldn’t help but ask, “What’s wrong? What are you looking for?”
“Cellphone!” I exclaimed, looking around, but still didn’t see my own cellphone.
Hearing this, he couldn’t help but laugh. He got up and walked to the cabinet at the entrance of the ward. He opened the cabinet and took out a bag from inside. He then took out his phone from the bag.
Taking the phone he handed to me, I hurriedly dialed Rachel’s number, but the phone was always turned off on the other end.
I was a bit panicked, looking at Alexander, I asked, “Do you know where Ashley is?”
Thinking that I wanted to seek revenge on Ashley, Alexander was taken aback for a moment before saying, “I’m not quite sure, you’re looking for her…”
Before he could finish, I asked again, “Where is Walter? Where is he?”
Alexander paused for a moment, then said, “He should be changing dressings in the operating room, he should be here to see you soon.”
I lifted the blanket and got out of bed.
“Tabatha, where were you going?”
Ignoring Alexander, I got out of bed and left the ward. Thinking of
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Lucas, I gave him a call.
The line connected, “Ms. Conner.”
Into the phone, I said directly, “Lucas, my friend has been kidnapped by Henry, I beg you, save her.”
“Kidnapping?” Lucas was somewhat stunned, pausing before saying, “What happened? How could a perfectly fine person be kidnapped?”
“There’s no time to explain,” I said, “My friend is a journalist, she must have been tracking Henry and got discovered by him, that’s why she was kidnapped by Henry. Lucas, I need your help, I don’t know where she is now, I don’t know if something has already happened to her.”
“Don’t panic, I’m going to call the police station right away and arrange for them to come out,” came the rea*suring voice of Lucas from the other end of the phone.
I nodded, took a breath, and said, “Thank you!”
After hanging up the phone, I stood in the corridor, momentarily unsure of which operating room Walter was in.
Alexander followed me, pulling the cotton jacket over me, frowning, “Tabatha, what are you up to again?”
I looked back at him and asked, “Which operating room is Walter in? Which floor?”
He looked at me with some suspicion, slightly furrowing his not-so- handsome brows, and said, “What do you want to do on the third floor of the surgery department? Don’t be impulsive…”
Upon hearing his words, I immediately started to jog towards the third floor of the surgery department. He hadn’t finished speaking when he saw me leaving. He hurriedly followed me, calling out, “Tabatha,
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where are you going? You just had a miscarriage, are you trying to kill yourself?”
Ignoring him, I quickly ran to the outside of the operating room where Walter was. Seeing the door of the operating room closed, Alexander followed up and grabbed me, saying, “He is still changing the medicine, what do you want to do?”
Looking at the operating room door, I turned to Alexander and asked, “How long will it take to change the medicine?”
He looked at me, his face full of confusion, “He’s almost crippled, you can’t possibly still want to…”
