Chapter 60 Ivan Was Arrested Ivan thought that what he did was foolproof and he was secretly in smug satisfaction right now.
After staying at home for so many days, he finally couldnât hold back and invited a group of people to go to the club for entertainment at night.
In the past, he always went out with Dave. Since the last banquet, Dave had never been with him again. Dave seemed like a different person since then and even started to work for his familyâs company.
Ivan was very disdainful of him. He thought Dave was doing a show and he didnât believe Dave could persist for long.
After dressing up carefully, he took the car keys and walked out leisurely.
As he arrived at the garage, he heard footsteps coming from behind him. He immediately became alert. But before he reacted, someone covered his head with a broken sack, and the sour smell made him sick.
âWho! Which b*stard!â He shouted angrily, but no one answered.
Then they threw their punches in his face. After a while, Ivan was hit hard with white spots booming in his vision.
He gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, âDid Alston send you here? Once I find out who you are, I swear I will kill you.â
As soon as he finished speaking, someone stepped on his crotch. Feeling the pain down to the bone, he had a blackout suddenly.
After a long time, Ivan opened his eyes slowly and met his fatherâs concerned eyes.
âIvan, youâre awake!â
Ivan propped himself up painfully and called out, âDad...â
When he spoke, he felt a burning pain at the corner of his mouth. But what hurt more was his crotch. The overwhelming pain made his whole face hideous.
âDad, call the doctor. Call the doctor. It hurts!â
Ivan was Clareâs only son. Seeing him in great pain, Clare felt distressed and resentful. He hurriedly comforted Ivan. âIvan, calm down. The doctor had checked and put medicine on your face. You should feel better later.â
As Clare spoke, his anxious eyes were locked on Ivanâs crotch, revealing a bit of regret and heartache.
Ivan noticed Clareâs glance. His heart skipped a beat, and he grabbed Clareâs arm tightly. âDad, tell me. Am...
am I done?â
âNo!â Clare said immediately, but he tried not to meet Ivanâs eyes.
âDad, donât hide it from me. I want to know whatâs wrong with me.â Ivan grabbed the sheet and looked at Clare earnestly. He felt the pain down there getting more fierce and he had a premonition about it.
Clare frowned. He sighed after a long while, âYou were trampled by those b*stards a few times. The doctor said it still works. You can still have children in the future. But... it may not work as good as before.â
In other words, he might have... premature ejaculation!
Ivan was stunned and couldnât accept the truth. After a long time, his face became more ferocious. âWho the hell did it? Who!â
His gloomy face became more fierce. He looked up at Clare and said, âI was attacked in the garage. Check the surveillance!â
âI already checked it...â Clare also looked awful. He said, âThe surveillance in the garage has been destroyed!â
Ivan was taken aback for a moment. This was his usual trick and now it came back to make him suffer.
âDad, it must be Alston. I provoked him in the morning and was attacked in the evening. He must do it. Dad, avenge me. I want to make his life a living hell!â
He looked crazy and roared angrily. Clare tried to appease him, but to no avail.
When the ward was in chaos, the door was pushed open. Several people in police uniforms walked in.
âHello, is this Mr. Smith? You are involved in a crime of intentional injury. The evidence is solid. Now...â
Before they finished speaking, Clare hurriedly interrupted them. âSir, what are you talking about? My son never hurt anyone.
Instead, he was beaten today. He is the victim!â
The leading policeman frowned. âWe donât know what happened today, but Ivan incited Caleb to hurt Cynthia. We have irrefutable evidence. Sorry, we may need to take him away.â
âMy son is injured. He canât leave the hospital!â Clare yelled to stop him. The leading police beckoned his companion to push the wheelchair over and wanted to take Ivan away forcefully.
Ivan looked at Clare in horror. He resisted desperately, and shouted at the top of his voice, âDad, help me. I donât want to go to jail!â
But his resistance was useless. He was taken away neatly by those people.
Clare held the door of the ward. Watching his son being taken away, his eyes were full of anger.
When Ivan was taken away by the police, Cynthia was taken downstairs by Helen to the garden to bask in the sun.
It was warm and sunny today. Cynthia and Helen were sitting side by side. They enjoyed the warm sunlight and felt very comfortable.
Looking at Cynthia leaning on the bench with her eyes closed serenely, Helenâs hanging heart finally smoothed down.
They were chatting leisurely when suddenly there was a figure in front of them. Helen looked up and saw it was Dylan.
They looked at each other but Dylanâs expression looked a little weird.
In just a few days, he lost a lot of weight. On his fair face, two big dark circles were too obvious.
Helen looked at his dark circles in surprise and asked, âDylan, you didnât sleep well recently?â
Hearing this, there was a slight blush on his face. Every day when he closed his eyes these few days, he would dream of her crying and couldnât sleep every night.
He liked Cynthia. But why he dreamed of Helen every night?!
This tortured him and made him a little panicked as if he betrayed Cynthia.
âWell. I want to talk to Cynthia. Could you...â He frowned and didnât continue.
Helen smiled knowingly. She raised her eyebrows and said with a teasing smile on her face, âOkay, call me when youâre done!â
After speaking, she got up and walked to the distance.
Seeing her walking away, Dylan pursed his lips and sat next to Cynthia.
Cynthia opened her eyes which were gleaming like a diamond. Her fresh and innocent eyes could always attract him.
Dylan braced himself and turned to look at her. âCynthia. Actually, since college, Iâve been having a crash on...â
Before he finished, he was interrupted by Cynthia, âDylan!â
Cynthia looked at him. Her eyes looked serious and earnest. âI only regard you as my friend.â
Dylanâs eyes darkened when hearing her words.
Cynthia felt that it might be a bit cruel, but she had to make it clear. âAnd I have someone in my heart. I like Alston. Always. No matter how he hurts me or uses me, I still like him deeply. Do... do you understand?â
Her voice lowered on the last word, with a hint of nervousness.
Dylan smiled and rubbed her head, âI got it.â
He knew very well that this secret love was fruitless. But he wanted to speak out so he could give a complete ending to this love.
Cynthiaâs words made him disappointed but also relieved somehow.
He turned his head subconsciously and gave a glance at Helenâs tall figure in a white coat. When she looked over, his eyes quickly moved away.
Seeing Dylanâs response, Cynthia knew that he was relieved. She also showed a relaxed and sweet smile.
âYouâre an excellent man. I believe you will find a perfect girlfriend!â
Looking at her petite and delicate smile, Dylanâs heart softened. It wasnât bad to be her friend although not her boyfriend.
Just as he was about to pat her head, his wrist was suddenly clamped by a big hand.
Dylan turned his head and met Alstonâs deep eyes. He was stunned for a moment.
Alston said in a magnetic voice with a hint of threat, âYou canât touch a girlâs head like that!â
Dylan smiled coolly. He pulled out his wrist and said, âAlston, come on. Donât be jealous!â
Alston looked at him coldly. They looked at each other as if their eyes would collide with countless sparks.
âWhy are you here?â Cynthia asked with confusion.
Looking at her frowning brows, Alston felt a little upset.
âShe didnât want me to come? She just smiled sweetly at Dylan.â
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. His coolness seemed to be overflowing, which made Cynthia feel cold even though she was sitting under the sun.
Dylan didnât stay for long. After saying goodbye to Cynthia, he walked towards Helen.
Alston seized the chance and sat next to Cynthia.
Seeing Dylanâs expression, Helen thought of something. She asked cautiously, âYou... told her?â
Dylan nodded. âShe rejected me!â
Helen was not surprised. She sighed and patted him on the shoulder. âDonât be sad. Letâs go to the bar later. Alcohol is a good thing to drown your sorrows.â
Dylan glanced sideways at hand on his shoulder and said, âAlright!â