Chapter 270: Terrible Feeling

After more than an hour, Justin arrived far from the city. The chopper landed at a designated location where a car and a group of his people awaited him.

Justin and Noah got into the car, heading toward where Aiden was.

"How’s the situation?" Justin asked.

One of his men, seated in the front passenger seat, replied, "We managed to get him to the hospital as quickly as possible. The doctors are performing surgery, but his condition is critical. Several of his people didn’t make it, and the injured ones are being treated."

"Vincent?" Justin inquired.

"He’s in the hospital too—injured, but stable. His team managed to capture a few men from the enemy’s side. They’re being held captive, but we haven’t been allowed to interrogate them yet."

Justin hummed in acknowledgment and waited silently as the car sped toward the hospital.

Soon, the car stopped in front of a modest-looking hospital—not as grand as those in the city, but equipped with all necessary facilities. The entire premises were heavily secured by Justin’s men, ensuring maximum safety.

Justin proceeded to the section that had been entirely cordoned off. Aiden was in surgery. Vincent and Leo were seated on chairs outside, their heads hung low with exhaustion. Bloodstains on their clothes hinted at the gravity of the battle they had faced.

As Justin approached, Vincent and Leo noticed his presence and straightened up slightly.

Without a word, Justin sat down in an empty chair nearby. At that moment, there was nothing they could do but wait for the surgery to end.

Justin’s expression was grave. The man fighting for his life inside the operating room was his brother. Though he had decided not to recognize their bond as brothers, he couldn’t completely deny the truth of it—not to himself.

After a while, a nurse came out of the operating theater and spoke to another hospital staff member, "We’re running short on blood. Quickly check for more."

The staff member looked tense. "That was the last bag we had. The center we contacted has sent more, but it will take some time to get here."

The nurse’s expression grew more anxious as she mumbled, "None of these people are a match either—except for one, but we’ve already taken blood from him."

"I can donate more," Vincent offered.

"Sir, we can’t," the nurse replied firmly. "You’re injured as well, and taking more blood from you would put your life in danger."

Justin stood up. "You can take mine."

"Have we not tested you for compatibility yet?" the nurse asked.

"I just arrived," Justin said. "There’s no need to test—I’m a match."

"We still need to confirm—"

"I’m his twin brother. Is that enough to convince you?" Justin interrupted. "I’m free of any diseases or medical complications and perfectly healthy to donate blood. You can trust my word."

The nurse nodded reluctantly. "We don’t have much time. Please come with me." She gestured for him to follow and added, "You’ll need to change into hospital attire quickly. I’m taking you directly into the surgery room. Hopefully, the blood bags will arrive soon..."

Their voices faded as they walked away.

Vincent, who had been listening to the exchange, was taken aback.

How come Justin Harper, son of James Harper turned out to be the twin of Aiden Shaw/Handrix? James Harper has two sons or there is something else?

What’s going on?

After half an hour Justin came out of the operation room. His expressions were serious than before as images of his brother fighting for his life could not stop flashing in his mind. At one point even doctor thought they were losing the patient but they barely got him back.

Justin could not forget that terrible feeling that he fought with during that short time until doctor said the patient was stable.

He was shot with multiple bullets that made Justin’s blood boil even more.

’Just for a while longer and I will deal with those bastards on my own that they would regret being born.’

The surgery was long and they had to keep waiting outside.

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Mia and Cathy arrived at Justin’s home. The security personnel informed Ryan and John, who granted them access to the villa.

Natalie was waiting for them, still seated on the sofa in the drawing room.

Both Mia and Cathy hurried to her, their faces filled with worry, and immediately hugged her.

"I’m fine," Natalie said, trying to reassure them. "Now let me go. You two are suffocating me."

"You may be fine, but we’re not," Cathy said, gritting her teeth. "How I wish I could drag that bitch by her hair and throw her into oblivion. One of these days, she’s sure to get a beating from me. She’ll see what this yellow-belt karate kid can do."

"Yellow belt only?" Mia asked, raising a skeptical brow as she sat next to Natalie on the sofa.

"I have made it to black belt, but they wanted to play by the rules, and I didn’t," Cathy said with a shrug as she settled on the other side of Natalie. She hugged her friend from the side. "Don’t worry, darling. This yellow belt will teach her a nice lesson soon."

"We don’t want Briena to die, so keep your hands off her," Mia said, her tone sharp. "We have a plan to make her suffer, and I don’t want your craziness killing her before we can execute it."

"I am crazy," Cathy pouted, turning to Natalie. "Am I? I am just one smart, white collar, corporate employee. Tell her I am not crazy."

Before Natalie could respond, Mia warned, "Natalie, don’t you dare lie."

Natalie sighed, resigned. "Well, you a little crazy, and it’s hard to control you when you go off the rails. So, stay away from Briena. I’ll take care of her."

"But you lost a good chance today. I’m sure that bitch Sephina must have threatened you with something," Cathy said, her voice laced with frustration, while Mia quietly waited to hear more.

"It’s nothing like that," Natalie assured her friends. "Grandpa asked me to take the charges back."

"Grandpa?" Mia asked in shock. "How could he..."

"I was angry too," Natalie admitted. "But when I thought about it calmly, I realized that Sephina must have threatened him with something and forced him to do it."

"Poor Grandpa," Cathy commented, shaking her head. "What kind of a wife did he end up with?"

"Well, it’s not entirely a loss," Natalie said, her tone calm. "Now that she’s out, she’ll just fall into my main trap. She will face days worse than being in prison."

Mia hummed in agreement as realization dawned on her. "To recover her ruined image, she’ll desperately work to finish her movie faster and do whatever the director asks her to. I’m sure she won’t even use her brain and will blindly follow instructions."

Natalie hummed in acknowledgment, her mind already anticipating the day her plan would come to fruition.