Chapter 959 Be Rushed to the Hospital

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Queenie froze, stunned. She hadn’t expected them to show up at her door and start attacking.

“Hey! What are you doing? Let him go! Stop hitting him. Let him go!” she shouted in panic.

George fought back, but the second man grabbed his arms and wrenched them back, the pain snapping him to attention.

The guy was strong, trained for this kind of thing. There was no way George could fight back.

The man glanced at Queenie, noticing her distress as beads of sweat formed on her forehead. He didn’t seem to care. “Still yelling? I guess your leg’s not as bad as you’re making it seem. Want me to give it another hit?”

At the threat, Queenie instinctively pulled back, her eyes full of fear. She watched him warily, praying he wouldn’t follow through.

Her mind raced as she tried to figure out who had sent these

men.

She hadn’t upset anyone lately, other than Steven, Diana, Paula, or maybe the Foliot family.

Chapter 959 Be Rushed to the Hospital

Her mind briefly settled on Diana, sitting in that wheelchair.

Could it have been her?

Before she could dwell on it further, a loud cry from George snapped her back to reality.

His head was covered, and the world around him went black.

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His limbs were tied up tight, and he couldn’t even tell where the punches were coming from.

The blows came fast and hard, hitting him from all sides. He felt like a fly trapped in a storm of fists.

There was no escaping it. No matter how he twisted or turned, they kept landing.

Pain shot through his body like electric jolts. He had no choice but to endure it.

Used to a life of comfort, George was completely helpless against the trained bodyguards.

Queenie tried to rush forward to help but was kicked back by one of the men.

Fear and pain flashed in her eyes as she curled up, unable to defend herself. The attack had come so suddenly that she hadn’t had time to prepare.

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to the Hospital Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the bodyguards stopped, and George was left lying

glared at George, who was

Steven, but George was nothing like him, ruthless

trash.

and left, muttering

couldn’t chase after them. She crawled over to

up! Please, don’t scare me. Wake

remained closed, and he didn’t

forehead was bruised and swollen, and the smell of blood

clenched in fear, a gnawing frustration growing inside her as she desperately tried to figure out who

escape any trouble,

Christmas, which she had been so excited

Rushed

screamed in frustration,

of releasing her anger, she tried to stand, but her leg flared with pain at the slightest

collapsed again,

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up, she

Marsh?” Mario’s voice sounded hopeful, thinking she was calling him to spend Christmas

through the line, and he

you crying?”

sob made his heart

my new apartment.

Mario gasped in

*****

and George were both rushed to the

had felt for Christmas had vanished in

Be Rushed to the

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Queenie’s leg was fractured. She’d be stuck in a

least three months.

was packed with people, their faces tense and

atmosphere was heavy, and the cold air outside only seemed to mirror her sinking

stayed by her side, helping her find a doctor who wrapped her leg in a cast. Once she was settled, he wheeled her outside to wait near the operating room

but hesitated to ask

he saw her steely

dragged on until, finally, the operating room light flickered off. The doctor emerged,

a mild concussion from the beating, and after a week of

a weight lift

said, her voice sharp, still simmering with

the Hospital She had to

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George, Mario

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