She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 589: Wait for Me

After the laughter subsided, Glenn reached out his large hand and forcefully pulled her petite body into his embrace. Ignoring her struggles, he took her out of the RV.

"No money required, but you have to accompany me somewhere."

"Where? I still have a film shoot later..."

Kate was much shorter than him, and the inherent difference in strength between men and women left her unable to push away his confinement. She could only reluctantly follow his steps forward. "You'll know when we get there."

Onistead Hospital.

His body ached terribly!

His consciousness was gradually dissipating, and all her senses became sluggish. Faint voices of conversation reached his ears, and lying on the hospital bed in a state of unconsciousness, his fingers trembled slightly.

No one noticed.

Nurses and doctors came in and out, constantly monitoring the patient's condition.

Adrian looked at the man lying on the bed, wrapped up like a mummy, and couldn't help but shake his head. "It's hopeless. It's a miracle that he made it this far."

"Should we remove the ventilator?"

Upon hearing this, the nurse hesitated a bit. "Dr. Adrian, are you sure we should remove the ventilator?"

"Yes."

The trembling hands of the young nurse gently removed the breathing apparatus from the patient's face, but she had a lingering feeling that this person was not dead yet.

A moment later, the quiet hospital room was filled with the sound of alternating breaths. Adrian, who was about to leave, turned back with a shocked expression.

He stared at the cold electronic device on the table, his eyes flashing with a hint of darkness behind the transparent lenses.

"His heartbeat... How is it possible? It clearly stopped just now..."

Just a minute ago, he had issued the death certificate, but he never expected that the man who had lost all signs of life would come back to life!

His eyelashes trembled lightly, indicating that he was about to wake up.

Upon seeing this, a fierce glint filled Adrian's eyes. He adjusted his glasses and said to the nurse beside him, "You all can leave. I need to perform a full-body examination on the patient again."

Everyone around left, leaving only the two of them in the hospital room. Adrian let out a cold sneer, reaching into the metal tray and picking up a small, sharp surgical knife. Step by step, he walked towards the hospital bed, exuding a chilling aura.

"Someone wants you dead, and it's not my fault. Only when you're dead can we all be at peace."

As he spoke, he raised the surgical knife in his hand and directly attacked the unconscious man lying on the bed. Just as the sharp blade was less than a centimeter away from the man's chest, a triumphant smile appeared in the man's eyes.

However, just at that critical moment, the patient who should have been in a deep sleep suddenly opened his eyes. His long and dense eyelashes fluttered twice, and his obsidian-like eyes gleamed with a hint of coldness as he stared at Adrian.

How... how did he wake up?

A flicker of panic flashed across the doctor's face, and the big hand holding the knife began to sweat profusely.

The situation had reached a point where there was no turning back!

He tightly gripped the surgical knife made of metal and continued to approach the man's heart.From NôvelDrama.Org.

At the critical moment, the man rolled inward, narrowly avoiding the knife, which grazed his shoulder and landed on the pure white pillow beside him.

Failing to strike a blow, the man became agitated. He used the surgical knife and tore open the fabric of the pillow, causing the cotton filling to scatter, creating a snow-like scene of white fragments falling all over the floor.

They fluttered down like a snowfall.

"It's you!"

Looking down from a higher

position, the man stared down at

him with disdain in his eyes. He

stood with one foot on the hospital bed, his back arched in a straight

line, with prominent veins and a thin, skeletal appearance.

Adrian's eyes turned bloodshot, but he quickly regained his composure and coldly replied, "Unfortunately, knowing it now won't make a difference, Mr. Foley."

There were many people who wanted Kelvin dead, but the crucial question was, did he have the ability to defend himself?

Weakly, Kelvin lifted his eyes and glanced at the transparent tube attached to his wrist, continuously delivering blood into his body. Furrows appeared on his forehead.

Kelvin quickly reached out and

removed the needle from his arm

His gaze turned cold as he looked at the man, his voice icy and arrogant, carrying the dominance of someone accustomed to giving orders.

"Want to kill me? Dream on!"

He retaliated with a strike, but unfortunately, his body had just survived an explosion and was too weak. His palm strike felt as light as cotton.

Adrian felt nothing, but Kelvin himself was in pain, gritting his teeth.

Kelvin stared blankly at his own hand, which was wrapped in white gauze and swollen.

Adrian seemed to be obsessed, raising the knife in his hand once again and attacking Kelvin.

He thought assassinating this weakened Kelvin would be as easy as killing a fish.

But what he didn't know was that even in this weakened state, Kelvin was not someone he could kill at will!

"You can try!"

Kelvin gathered all his strength, jumped off the bed, and grabbed a nearby medical instrument, smashing it towards Adrian's head.

Adrian was caught off guard and was struck by Kelvin, instantly feeling dizzy and disoriented.

Barefoot, Kelvin ran out of the ward, feeling the icy touch on the soles of his feet. The intense burning pain was eroding his willpower every minute and every second. "Stop!" Adrian chased after him from behind.

However, Kelvin swiftly disappeared into the crowd, grabbing the railing of the corridor and sliding down gracefully.

His actions were both cool and agile.

"Stop!" Adrian chased after Kelvin, but he was already an aging man in his fifties. How could he compare to Kelvin?

Helplessly watching Kelvin disappear before his eyes, Adrian became so furious that he smashed his Misty Forest in anger. He quickly took out his phone and made a call. "Get a few people to block the exits. Kelvin has escaped."

"Yes."

Adrian had his people spread throughout the hospital, inside and out. He wanted to see where a patient like Kelvin could possibly go!

Kelvin hadn't actually gone far. He

had taken refuge in the hospital

morgue, gritting his teeth and

enduring the pain in his body. He moved a corpse behind the curtain and lay down on the stretcher, covering himself with a white sheet, completely still.

It hurt so much. He hadn't really died!

Shortly after, the door of the morgue was opened from the outside. Two trembling interns entered, pushing a cart.

"302, Denzel Hooper, deceased in a car accident. Scheduled for cremation at 2 p. m. today."

The other doctor checked the number on the cart and confirmed, "It's him, let's go."

Kelvin clenched his fist tightly, holding his breath as the two interns pushed him away. His vision went black, and his mind once again sank into a state of unconsciousness. Cheyenne, I miss you so much.

Cheyenne, wait for me to come back.