Jenna gently stroked Sabrina’s hair. Her face was full of sadness. She sighed and whispered, “Sabrina, don’t worry. Norton is a good guy. He will be fine.”
“I shouldn’t have gotten angry with him in the first place. Otherwise, he won’t get hurt. If anything happens to him, then what should I do?” Sabrina shook her head and cried harder.
Jenna’s hand froze. She simply hugged her shoulder, not knowing how to comfort her.
Norton had done her wrong before. He was using his actions to prove himself. If anything really were to happen, then how could Sabrina bear this?
“We can only pray that God saves him!” Jenna closed her eyes.
Two hours later.
The door of the operating theater slowly opened.
“Doctor, how is Norton?” Sabrina bounced up from her seat and ran towards the doctor. She grabbed the doctor’s sleeve and asked in a hurry.
Director Brooks had a grave expression on his face. He looked at her and said gently, “Please calm down, Miss.”
Jenna stepped forward and asked, “Director Brooks, how is he?”
“Mrs. Richards, the patient’s wound is very grave. The bullet has hit his left chest, but it can be considered a blessing. It missed his heart just by a few inches. Otherwise, he would have died,” Director Brooks said solemnly.
Upon hearing this, Jenna felt a chill in her heart, but the words after that gave her hope.
Sabrina cried harder when she heard that.
“Then, how is he doing now?” she asked cautiously, with her heart up to her throat.
“Mrs. Richards, the patient is still unconscious. He is going to be transferred to the intensive care unit for further observation,” Director Brooks answered politely.
Jenna nodded and used a hand to support Sabrina.
Soon, Norton was wheeled out by the nurse.
“Norton!” Sabrina rushed to him. She looked down at Norton, who was still sleeping. His face was as pale as a sheet of paper, and she cried out in pain.
“Miss, please get out of the way,” the nurse said. Soon, Norton was wheeled into the VIP intensive care unit with Sabrina following behind closely.
Jenna stood there, looking at Sabrina with pain in her heart. She wanted to say something to comfort her, but shook her head instead.
That time, Norton’s injury was worth it. He had won Sabrina’s heart.
After this tragedy, he would have a beautiful life from then on. It was a good ending.
Hansen’s Hummer stopped at the destination. He stared in front of him with sharp eyes, constantly alert of his surroundings.
Yadriel wanted to escape after getting the Ocean Heart, but he would not let him succeed. However, he had to consider the two time bombs still lurking in the mansion. He had to try his best to keep the Ocean Heart from Yadriel, and protect Richards Manor.
As the head of the family, he had to put the safety of the family first.
“I’m here.” When Hansen saw that fifteen minutes had passed, he took the initiative to call Yadriel.
Yadriel was sitting in the cabin of the helicopter and smoking a cigarette leisurely. When Hansen called, the corner of his mouth curled up. He sat up and took a deep puff of the cigarette in his hand. He slowly exhaled. Narrowing his eyes, the muscles on his face twitched.
“Very good. Now put it on top of the Spirit Pawnshop No. 47.” After a while, he replied. He suddenly took a deep drag of his cigarette and exhaled deeply. In the midst of the smoke, Yadriel’s face was as sinister and terrifying as the Joker.
Hearing these words sent a chill running down Hansen’s spine. He tightened his grip on the Ocean Heart.
The sky was dark, with only a few dim street lamps flashing.
He was at the outskirts of the city, close to the Moon River Mansion.
Inside the carriage, Hansen pondered for a moment before picking up the Ocean Heart and opened the door.
As he got out, a hot summer night breeze blew on his face and messy hair. He used his hand to comb his hair as he swept his eyes across the surrounding environment.
He was in the middle of a forest, and there were neither hawkers nor houses nearby. Not far from it was the main entrance of the Moon River Mansion. It seemed creepy, and no pedestrians could be seen. The only things with movement were the street lamps.
What exactly was the Spirit Pawnshop No. 47 referring to?
Hansen’s eyes were sharp. He cautiously scanned his surroundings, but he didn’t find any shop.
He grabbed the Ocean Heart firmly, and he was thinking about every possibility. His eyes scanned every spot around him, not leaving any suspicious areas.
Yadriel sat in the cabin, staring at a computer in front of him.
Hansen’s slender figure appeared on the screen.
A sinister smile appeared on his face.
In the surveillance video, Hansen was walking carefully and looking around. He was holding something in his hand. Yadriel wasn’t sure if it was the Ocean Heart, but he was sure that at that time, Hansen would not bring a fake one.
After all, there were two time bombs that could destroy the mansion at any time.
His phone rang again.
He looked at the phone screen, took a deep puff of the cigarette, and picked up the call.
“Yadriel, what the h*ll are you doing? There’s no place like the Spirit Pawnshop No. 47. What in the world do you want? If you don’t want the jewelry, then I’ll leave,” Hansen shouted.
In the video, Hansen was holding a phone. He stood under an old oak tree by the side of the road. His entire face was facing the video and his tone was stern. A few oak tree leaves landed in front of him. Yadriel could clearly see the impatience in his face. Yadriel caught the fear in his eyes. After all, he had threatened Hansen with two time bombs. Surely, he wouldn’t want to see his family get hurt.
Yadriel could control him easily. Otherwise, how could someone as proud as Hansen send over the Ocean Heart so obediently?
A triumphant smile appeared on Yadriel’s face. He took a few puffs of the cigarette in his hand and said lightly, “Don’t worry, you will see it soon.”
After he said that, he chuckled devilishly.
When Hansen heard this creepy laugh, he felt that Yadriel was nearby. He turned his head and looked around, feeling a chill run down his spine.
If Yadriel were to confront him personally, then he would be fearless. Even if he were to point a gun at him, there would not be a trace of fear in his heart.
However, at that time, he was like a ghost, ethereal and invisible.
He couldn’t even figure out what the h*ll he was up to.