Chapter 278: Chapter 278



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With a muffled ‘thud’, Sampson Herbert’s eyes widened and he slowly turned around. In the darkness, there was a tall figure obscured by the street lights. His coat fluttered in the wind. He stood motionless as if his feet were nailed to the ground. No matter how much the wind blew, he did not flinch. He carried a pistol in his hand and looked arrogant.

Sampson’s eyes were getting bigger and more horrible. The corner of his mouth kept twitching, “You, you…”

With no strength to hold himself up, his legs weakened and he fell to his knees.

Dolores Flores saw him collapse in front of her.

She breathed a sigh of relief and her body swayed in the wind. When she came to her senses, she untied the belt that bound his hands. Then she immediately went to embrace Mistress Leslie, who had been thrown to the ground, “Mistress Leslie.”

Dolores went to check if she was still breathing. She was still alive.

“Grandma.” Armand Bernie rushed over. Dolores used her last bit of strength to say, “Hurry, take Mrs. Leslie to the hospital.”

Armand looked at her. He carried Mrs. Leslie to the car. He was worried about her and shouted to the bodyguards, “Hurry!”.

As Dolores was trying to lift herself off the ground with one hand, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist. She could see a pair of polished leather shoes. As she gradually moved her gaze upward, she saw a pair of slender legs and a chiseled face.

Matthew Nelson held her gently. Dolores rose and instantly fell into a strong, warm chest. She lifted her head. The wind was strong and her long hair fluttered in the wind.

Matthew stroked a lock of hair from her forehead and tucked it behind her ear.

Luckily, she got over it. She smiled. Her eyes were beautiful, they seemed so clear and pure, “It’s okay, you’ve come at just the right time.”

His expression remained rigid after her words and became stiffer. He drew her to him and Dolores threw herself into his arms.

Dolores had a vague feeling that he was frustrated. As she tried to speak, she saw two bodyguards approaching, carrying Sampson and putting him in the car.

Dolores had never seen Matthew looking so violent. His voice was a little low. Instead of asking why he had a gun, she asked a question she was more concerned about, “Will he die?”

Sampson was wrong and should be punished, but Matthew could not punish him in private.

If Sampson died, Matthew would also be against the law.

“I don’t know.” Yes, he didn’t know. When Matthew saw that Sampson was hanging her, Matthew lost his mind. Usually, he would deal with it in a proper manner. But, this time, he acted out of character.

Dolores sighed and wondered if Mistress Leslie was all right.

“Let’s go back. I’m cold.” She took the initiative to wrap her arms around his waist.

Matthew drew her into his coat and headed for the car. The bodyguard opened the car door respectfully. He took her in his arms and sat inside the car.

The car door was closed.

They did not speak during the ride, as if they had their own thoughts.

Dolores still hadn’t recovered from the terrible scene, while Matthew still blamed himself. If he had been late, she would have…..

Soon, the car arrived at the hotel. Theresa Gordon had gone to the hospital. Mrs. Leslie was now in the hospital and her condition was not yet known. As Armand’s wife, Theresa should have remained in the hospital.

“I didn’t expect this, it’s my fault.” said Boyce Shawn in annoyance.

If he had kept an eye on Mrs. Leslie, such an accident would not have happened.

In fact, he thought there shouldn’t be anything dangerous, since what could Sampson do alone? But he hadn’t expected Sampson to have had a bomb with him and to have caused such a big problem.

“It was an accident,” Dolores said comfortingly.

“The two children are in the room. I’ll take care of Sampson.” As Boyce was about to leave, he seemed to think of something and looked at Matthew, “Where’s the gun?” Boyce was equipped with a pistol.

It was then that Dolores realized that the gun Matthew had used belonged to Boyce.

There was a code on Boyce’s gun. If he lost it, he would be punished.

Matthew took the gun from his waistband and handed it back to Boyce. He then walked past him and into the house.

It was evident that Matthew was not in a good mood. Boyce wanted to ask what had happened to him.

Dolores stopped Boyce and shook her head, “He’s probably in a bad mood. You can go try to comfort him.” Boyce nodded.

Dolores turned and went into the house. She took off the coat she was wearing and hung it on the coat rack. Matthew kept his coat on and went to hug Simona. Dolores came over, “Take off your coat.”

It was warm in the house. It would be hot if she still wore her coat in the house. She put Simona down, shook her shoulders and the coat slid off. Dolores picked it up and went over to hang it on the coat rack.

“Daddy, where have you been?” asked Simona shyly, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Matthew pinched her little nose, “Daddy was away on some business.”

Simona leaned against his shoulder, buried her little face in his and said in a muffled voice, “I thought you were out with Mom. Can you take me with you next time you go out? It bores me to stay in the room all day, when can we go back?”.

Matthew patted her back, “You’ll have to wait a little longer.”

Originally, they might have returned after the Sampson affair was over.

But now Mrs. Leslie had been sent to the hospital and her condition was unknown.

They certainly couldn’t leave now.

“So, Dad, can you spend more time with me?” She pouted and said, “I miss Grandma.”

Matthew kissed Simona’s forehead and said, “I’ll always be with you from now on.” Simona was so happy that she let out a giggle and kissed him hard on the cheek. His face was covered with her drool.

A smile finally appeared on his face as he saw that Simona was happy.

At the hospital.

Mrs. Leslie was sent to the examination room. Armand was preoccupied and pacing up and down the hallway.

Theresa felt dizzy watching him pacing back and forth. She knew he was worried and anxious. But pacing back and forth wasn’t going to do any good. She reached over and took his hand, “Don’t worry too much, Grandma will be fine.”

Armand gritted his teeth, “That Sampson son of a bitch, I’m going to kill him…”

Theresa hurried to cover his mouth. There were a lot of people around. If other people heard it, it would give a bad impression, and they would think she was a bad person.

“I know you’re angry…”

“I can’t be angry?” shouted Armand. After that, he realized he had been too impulsive and shouldn’t have yelled at Theresa. “I’m sorry, I was too worried.”

He turned around and sat down on the bench, covering his face with his hands. “She’s the only one I have in my family, she’s very important to me.”

Theresa walked over and hugged him, “I know.”

He hugged Theresa and buried his face in her abdomen. Theresa stood as he sat. She said in a low, trembling voice, “My parents died young. She’s the one who raised me. It was my fault…”

Theresa stroked his head, “It’s not your fault. No one expected it. It was an accident.” Armand hugged her without saying a word.

The surroundings gradually calmed down.

After a while, the door to the examination room opened. A nurse came out with a checklist in her hand, “Is the patient’s family here?”

Armand got up from the bench and hurried over. Theresa followed him.

Their hands interlocked as they dreaded the bad news to come.

“How is my grandmother?”

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