Chapter 1090

Meanwhile.

After Otis left the private villa...

Instead of going home first, he drove straight to the military secret

hospital.

While driving, he called Eugene.

"Just now it was not convenient for me to talk, and tell me now, what

happened actually?"

Eugene replied, "When I got there, Mr. Robertson, the door to the

Heath residence was open, the lights were on, and the floor was

covered with bloodstained footprints, all the way up the stairs. When I

went in, there was no one on the first floor, so I followed the footprints

to the second floor and found your wife sitting on the bathroom floor.

Her hands were covered in blood. The floor was also covered with

blood."

“Is Charlotte okay?" Otis frowned deeply and sneered.

“I thought Mrs. Robertson was injured at first, but then I found out that

she wasn't. nothing happened to Mrs. Robertson. The blood on the

ground should all be Ms. Heath's. The footprints on the ground should

all be left by Frank. Frank took Ms. Cecelia to a secret hospital.”

"Got it. You stay there and don't move. You should keep an eye on

Charlotte and do not let her to go anywhere. I'll make my own

arrangements for everything else.”

Otis hung up the phone decisively after giving his instructions.

He kept tapping the steering wheel and he was constantly thinking.

It was so strange. Did Charlotte and Cecelia have a falling out? What's

the point of making such a scene at home?

They were usually so close and they didn't even argue.

What exactly was the reason and what exactly had gone wrong?

Things were definitely not simple.

Otis was the first to arrive at the military hospital. Dr. Ali, who was on

duty at the hospital, saw Otis and rushed to greet him.

"Mr. Robertson, you're here!"

"What's going on?" Otis asked as he took off his military jacket.

"Ms. Cecelia bumped the back of her head on a sharp step and

suffered a cerebral contusion with a relatively rapid rate of blood loss.

There is already an intracranial hematoma, with elevated intracranial

pressure and cerebral edema. To prevent brain herniation, she has

been taken into the operating room for emergency craniotomy." Dr. Ali

led Otis in the direction of the operating room.

Otis thought that it sounded like Cecelia had been badly hurt. Also,

General Ralph was not at the Capital.

His eyes turned slightly, and his heart began pounding.

Although his preparations were not quite ready, the opportunity came

early.

Shouldn't he take advantage of it?

Otis had just reached the door of the operating room when Frank

suddenly stepped forward and held out an arm to stop Otis.

"What? Do you want to stop me? Get out of the way!" Otis raised his

eyebrows and glared at Frank with questioning eyes.

“I am loyal only to Ms. Cecelia and I don't have to take orders from

anyone." Frank returned with a stern, expressionless face.

“I'm not an outsider, and you treat me like an enemy?" Otis was

extremely upset.

"No one is allowed to see Ms. Cecelia until it is confirmed that she is

safe. Even if the general himself is here, he would not be allowed to get

in." Frank's eyelids didn't move at all.

Otis narrowed his eyes, revealing his lethal intent.

The operating room was separated from the outside by glass, half

frosted and half clear, and Otis glanced inside.

It was indeed a good job. Frank had called all the Hurley troops over.

There were about a dozen men in the room. All of them were armed,

with fine heavy weapons on their shoulders, guarding Cecelia.

Frank was a rigid man who always followed the teachings of the Hurley

family. He had heard of it before, but only now did he know that it was

all true.

Because, in times of peace, Cecelia had never really been in danger

either.