Chapter 1744
Chapter 1744: What Must Come Will Come (4)
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Harris Caleb gave him a glance.
The panicked Willie Ash halted his panic and immediately forced a calm demeanor, speaking with serious intent, "Belinda Nichols was bitten by a poisonous snake. The symptoms are severe. She’s been given serum, but the situation is still critical. A helicopter is needed to get her to the hospital for treatment!"
Raising his eyes, Harris Caleb slightly furrowed his brow, glancing at Rowdy Brightwill and the others.
Without exception, they all wore expressions of surprise.
These people...
Withdrawing his gaze, Harris Caleb instructed Willie Ash to arrange a helicopter, then bypassed Rowdy Brightwill and the others to check on Belinda Nichols’ condition.
Late at night.
Flossie Wright used the new card bought by the young nurse, borrowing the young nurse’s phone to call Basil.
Then, she called Perry Reed’s phone.
As soon as it was answered, Perry Reed’s usual arrogant voice came through the phone.
However, this tone made Flossie Wright’s suppressed mood suddenly relax a bit.
"Still alive?" Smirking, Flossie Wright leaned against the pillow, asking leisurely.
"Thanks to you."
Perry Reed’s tone suddenly softened considerably.
"How’s Daisy Deacon?" Flossie Wright asked after a slight pause.
"Saved her life. With a month or two of rest, she’ll be fine." Perry Reed spoke leisurely.
Understanding the implied meaning of Perry Reed’s words, Flossie Wright simply responded.
As long as she’s not dead, that’s good.
As for what kind of injuries she suffered due to Andrew’s betrayal, considering Daisy Deacon’s self-healing ability, there was no need for concern.
There are no wounds that can’t heal.
The heart, too.
"What about Andrew?" Flossie Wright asked again.
"He was assassinated," after a pause, Perry Reed continued, "He’s half-dead, but his manhood is gone, and half of his men were killed or injured."
Flossie Wright responded casually.
It was probably Basil’s group who tried to assassinate him.
Although he’s not dead, losing his manhood is also a significant blow to someone as amorous as Basil.
"Did you send the assassins?"
Detecting something from Flossie Wright’s tone, Perry Reed immediately asked.
"Sort of." Flossie Wright didn’t bother to hide it.
"There’s no need for you to get involved in this."
Perry Reed’s tone immediately turned serious, with a hint of certainty.
Stay with the Forces, just stay well, why bother with these things?
"Sorry," Flossie Wright spoke casually, without sincerity, saying, "I didn’t know you were still alive."
Perry Reed was at a loss for words by her response.
Confirming that Perry Reed didn’t know her situation, Flossie Wright spoke a bit more with Perry Reed about Andrew, mainly trying to get information.
Perry Reed’s view was that it would be best for Daisy Deacon to deal with Andrew. As for Saughter, Perry Reed’s DARK was already in the process of being reclaimed, with the loyal ones being drawn into Perry Reed’s Mercenary Corps.
This proves that Saughter, the once-prominent Mercenary Corps, completely shattered due to Andrew’s betrayal.
As for future developments—
Perry Reed’s exact words were: As long as you leave the Forces, Saughter is still yours.
Flossie Wright just smiled and changed the subject.
Perry Reed’s injuries were more severe than hers. After a while, someone urged Perry Reed to rest. Flossie Wright disregarded Perry Reed’s opinion, forcibly ending the call and removed the phone card.
But, when putting down the card and phone, Flossie Wright narrowed her eyes, suddenly feeling an inexplicable daze.
Aaron Doom?
In fact, she was somewhat uncertain now. When faced with the actual choice between these two, she didn’t know what she would choose.
Changes in selection training, Glenn Hutchinson’s advice to leave, all proved she must leave.
Leaving or staying, there was no strong desire. Initially, without a reason to leave, she happened to have reasons to stay, so she continued with the Forces until now.
Just right.
But, suddenly getting shot and injured gave her a necessary reason to leave, so she didn’t think much about staying anymore.
She was just a bit unwilling.
Instinctively, for this, she risks everything, looking for the last opportunity.
And, not knowing whether the plan would work.
In front of Glenn Hutchinson, there was an eighty percent chance, but in front of Harris Caleb, there was probably only a twenty percent chance.
Just leave it at that.
Leave if you must.
As for Glenn Hutchinson...
Just a man, there are plenty of other fish in the sea, no need to hang oneself on him.
Feeling too lazy to think any further, Flossie Wright, somewhat irritated, tossed the phone and card aside, placed a pillow, and lay flat on the bed.
It was past eleven o’clock.
Having slept the whole day, Flossie Wright didn’t feel sleepy.
With the light shining, she looked at the fluorescent lamp, the map of the hospital forming in her mind.
Forced to stay in the ward, she passed the time by observing the building’s layout through the window, improving her observation skills, seeing quite a bit.
Before she finished conceptualizing the map, sounds outside the door suddenly drew her focus.
Outside the door.
The two Soldiers standing guard by the door stood tall and straight, like a ceremonial honor guard.
Both held their arms horizontally across the doorway, gazing firmly at the person in front of them.
"Sir, sorry, but you cannot enter."
"Sir, she’s already asleep inside."
With voices clearly said one after another, the two spoke.
Glenn Hutchinson stood there, looking coldly at the two of them.
For four consecutive days, Darion Griffin had been sending people in shifts to guard here, repeating these two lines to him every time.
And Flossie Wright, in these days, never left the ward.
Glenn Hutchinson hadn’t even caught a glimpse of her.
Enough is enough now.
"Tell your commander," Glenn Hutchinson began, leisurely rolling up his sleeves, waiting until he caught the puzzled looks of the two before speaking his next words, "I’ll cover the medical costs."
His words were like a hammer falling.
In the next moment, a heavy thud of fists hitting flesh was heard from outside the door.
Mixed with some suppressed screams.
Inside her room, Flossie Wright rubbed her temples, a bit of a headache creeping in.
What was meant to come, will inevitably come.
— End of Chapter 1744 —