Chapter 281: Chapter 281



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“Benevolence Hospital.” Boyce Shawn replied.

Armand Bernie had just walked out the door. He turned around and noticed the huge words Benevolence Hospital were in neon light in the outpatient department. This was not where Mrs. Leslie was hospitalized.

“Where is she?” he asked as he moved his lips.

“She’s in the operating room.” Boyce was puzzled, “What’s wrong?”

Armand didn’t say anything special, but merely told him he would come get him before hanging up the phone.

Armand returned to the hospital and found the operating room using the instruction map. Boyce sat in the aisle seat and there were a few bodyguards standing off to the side. He approached with a long stride, “What’s the situation now?”.

Boyce adjusted his position as Armand approached and said, “Sit down first and then I’ll tell you.”

Armand sat down.

“The doctor said he almost died from the wound that was only two millimeters from the heart and now he’s still in the operating room right now,” Boyce said.

“Why wouldn’t this son of a bitch die?” growled Armand.

“If he really dies, then Matthew Nelson would be the killer. I think Miss Nelson is the only one with a clear head,” Boyce said.

“It can actually be arranged.” Armand still insisted that Sampson Hebert must have been beaten to death.

If there was money, then there was power. Why was money so important?

Because money could buy things.

So power came after money.

Not to mention the power of Matthew’s uncle’s family, the truth could be covered up.

Boyce thought Armand was too agitated now and there was no point in talking to him anymore, so he stopped talking to give him a chance to calm down. Boyce underestimated Armand’s anger.

The hallway was silent at the moment, which was rather awkward.

“How long has it been and how come it’s still not done?” said Armand impatiently.

“How about you go back first?” Boyce looked at him.

From how angry he was, he could tell that even if Sampson’s operation was successful, he could be beaten to death by Armand!

Armand made his decision, “No.”

Boyce frowned as he wondered how he could be so stubborn.

“Boyce, how can I not be angry since this guy slapped my grandmother?” Armand gave him a fierce look.

He could feel his rage inside.

Sampson was indeed an idiot, since he had bitten an old man.

“A mentally ill psychologist is much scarier than ordinary people,” Boyce said.

The lights in the operating room went out at that moment and, after a while, the door to the operating room burst open. There stood the doctor with Sampson, who was pushed in and out after him.

“The operation was a success, but he still needs a long time to recover as his organ was injured and of course, this would have an impact on his lifespan…” said the doctor as he removed his mask.

“This brute should not be alive!” Armand stopped and interrupted the doctor before he could complete his sentence.

The doctor became irritated at being interrupted.

“If you don’t want him to stay alive, why did you send him here then?” He said with a deep frown.

The doctor was relieved that the operation was successful, but what Armand said put him off.

“I’m from City B. I am here to track the suspect and this person was shot down by me when he was trying to escape. Actually, he is a human trafficker, so my colleague is furious and was not aware of what he said, I hope you don’t mind,” Boyce said.

When the doctor learned that he was not just a criminal, but a human trafficker, the happiness of performing the operation successfully faded.

“Human traffickers should die,” he said angrily.

Boyce feigned an accusation of being a hateful “human trafficker” against Sampson.

“Send him to the courtroom first,” Boyce waved his hand and told his subordinates to take action.

After learning Boyce’s identity, the doctor might understand and would be happy to cooperate with them.

Armand approached the doctor and rested his arm on his shoulder as he asked, “Are there any precautions?”

“After an operation, as long as your mood doesn’t fluctuate, you would be safe.” He didn’t explain thoroughly after learning that Sampson was a suspect.

“Doctor.” Armand leaned over and said quietly, “Will he die if I slap him?”

Panicked, the doctor stepped back and coughed softly, “As long as I don’t rip those tubes out of him, a small flesh wound won’t kill him.”

“Oh.” Armand nodded and patted the doctor’s shoulder as he said, “Thank you.”

Armand turned and headed back to the living room. The doctor shuddered as he watched Armand’s back, as if waiting for what Armand would do after he entered the room.

To stay out of trouble, the doctor immediately turned around and left.

The nurse was recording Sampson’s vitals as she entered the room.

Armand stepped back and asked, “When is he going to wake up?”

“In three hours.” The nurse finished recording the last piece of information and explained the precautions, “Now that the patient has just been operated on, try not to move him. If you need help, you can call the doctor at any time.”

“Understood.” Before Boyce could open his mouth, Armand spoke first.

The nurse looked at him, took the records and turned to leave.

The door to the room closed, Armand made his way to the bed as he looked grimly at the person lying on the bed and squeezed his fingers tightly together until they crunched.

Boyce sensed that something bad might happen and reached over to stop him, “Don’t be so impulsive.”

“I am not impulsive, as the doctor has said that a flesh wound will not kill you,” as Armand tried to free himself from Boyce, Boyce threw his arms around his neck as “I am also so upset that I would like to stab you. How dare you hit Mrs. Leslie, her life doesn’t matter, but Armand, look, he’s still in a coma. If you hit him, does it hurt?”.

Armand’s eyes flickered. “Is it impossible to feel pain if he’s in a coma?”

“How can you experience pain while you’re in a coma?” Boyce sensed Armand was asking a silly question.

“However, I can’t stand this.” Armand exhaled quickly in anger.

“Wait until he recovers. You can torture him any way you want.” Boyce persisted in his persuasion.

Armand stared at Boyce and instantly understood Boyce’s intent. He said as he sneered, “Are you afraid of causing his death?” Boyce was speechless.

“At least now he can’t die, but later, I don’t know,” Boyce replied calmly, “Think, Sampson was convicted in one case and what he did was considered an escape. Now he was doubly guilty, after he’s back, he’ll be locked up, and me being there, you can do what you want with him.”

He agreed with what she said after a few thoughts.

“Think how humiliating it was to be slapped, why don’t you wait until he wakes up and humiliate him?” continued Boyce.

Armand looked at the unconscious Sampson, it would be in vain if he scolded and slapped him since he couldn’t feel anything.

“All right, for your sake, I’ll wait for him to recover first.” Armand calmed down, “Please let me go.”

“I’ll never forget what you did to Mistress Leslie,” Boyce patted her shoulder.

He patted his chest as he said that.

“Then I’m going,” Armand said and touched her shoulder with his.

“Sure.”

After Armand left, Boyce walked over to the bed and turned a cold stare on the person lying on the bed who couldn’t move. If this guy was awake, he had to beat him up first!

But, since Mrs. Leslie was fine, he pulled out his cell phone and called Dolores to talk to her about the Sampson matter.

Dolores was at the hotel.

Dolores had just given the two boys a good bath and had helped them into their pajamas. After the good bath, which made her feel comfortable, Simona jumped on the bed. This time Samuel didn’t mind that she was so childish and was playing “crazy” with her on the bed. He was able to solve her Rubik’s cube so he was in a good mood, and was ready to have some crazy fun with his sister.

Dolores couldn’t help but smile as she watched them play happily with each other.

She was about to go put away the bath towel when the phone on the table rang.

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