Chapter 993

Chapter 993:

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Luis let out a cold chuckle. "We installed it after Mitchel was harassed by the previous nurse. Yes, to protect us from individuals like you. “This camera has proven to be quite useful this time, helping the hospital identify those who tarnish its reputation!”

When the director tried to protest, he was removed from the room.

Charli, looking ashen, stammered, "I... was just having a little fun with this gentleman..."

“Having fun?” Luis repeated sarcastically.

«Yes, that's it. Nothing else. Mr. Stevens, you are a generous man. Please don't stoop to my level. Tell me what I have to do and I will do it. Tears streamed down her face as Charli knelt down and approached Luis, with a desperate expression. "Mr. Stevens, I'll play along... OK?

"Don't touch me," Luis said with a look of repulsion. "You're a slut."

Charli's complexion paled.

Before she could say another word, Matteo quickly escorted her out, sensing Mitchel's growing impatience.

When the two rioters were escorted out, silence returned to the hospital room.

Ignoring Mitchel's gloomy expression, Luis pulled out a chair and sat down. "Are you feeling better?" he asked.

Mitchel responded with a distant look, his expression unreadable: “Boring.”

"Hey". Luis chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "Do you think I would entertain those two clowns if it weren't to distract you from other things?"

Mitchel continued flipping through his financial magazine, without reacting.

Luis continued, trying to hook him: «Look at you. You either work or you bury yourself in these financial updates. How do you expect to recover without downtime?

Seeing that Mitchel didn't react, Luis approached and snatched the magazine from his hands. «The company has performed well under Héctor's supervision. He's just holding down the fort until you're ready to take back the reins. Mitchel frowned slightly, but Luis wasn't intimidated by his bad mood.

Ignoring the frown, he continued, "If you want to get back to your old ways so badly, focus on improving." This way you will give Héctor and me a break. "You wouldn't believe how often he asks us about your progress."

"I'm fine," Mitchel stated flatly.

"Good"? Luis replied, visibly annoyed: "Do you call lying in a hospital bed 'good'?"

Seeing Mitchel's stubborn resistance to his advice, Luis became frustrated. «And you're not even doing the leg rehabilitation exercises. Do you plan to stay bedridden forever?

Mitchel had been struggling with rehabilitation after a new joint replacement in his leg. I still couldn't do even basic leg lifting exercises.

It wasn't for lack of skill. Luis knew Mitchel's determination.

When Mitchel set his mind to something, he was able to overcome any obstacle. But Mitchel seemed to have lost the will to live, as if he was purposely neglecting his health.

As a long-time friend, Luis knew Mitchel well enough to notice this change. This change had begun the day Mitchel woke up from surgery and didn't find Raegan by his side.

Although Mitchel had not talked about it, some truths were evident.

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