Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

At Hospital Athana, Hackett’s head was wrapped in gauze. Sherri stood at the side and felt her heart ache as she watched. She kept asking the nurse to be gentler. “Please be gentler. Hackett , are you feeling any discomfort? I’m dying from the pain. Please don’t have any sequelae.”

“I’m fine. He ambushed me from behind. When I’m discharged from the hospital, I’ll kill him.” His expression was too big, and the back of his head hurt. He gritted his teeth in pain.

“Don’t move. Let the nurse bandage it. Did you offend someone? Why did that person hit your head as soon as he came up?” Wasn’t this killing him? He had a concussion from being hit.

Sherri was secretly glad that she had a concussion. Otherwise, she would have to be a widow.

Sherri even suspected that Hackett’s life was destined to be tumultuous. His brain was being shaken plenty of times, either hitting a tree or being ambushed.

Considering his long lifetime, he might need some protection for his head. Perhaps they should consult a master or consider a name change. Even if it’s just calling him a Shock Absorber, it might not be a bad idea

Rose heard the nurse say that Mr. Blackwell had a concussion, rushed over, and as soon as she entered the ward, she saw Hackett’s head wrapped like it had exploded on the frontlines. Subconsciously, she looked at Hackett’s legs. “What happened? Hackett, did you get into a fight and lose?”

He already had a headache, but after hearing Rose’s words, Hackett felt even more headache.

Rose and Sherri were concerned as they sat down to analyze whether Hackett had recently offended anyone. However, considering the Blackwell family’s longstanding dominance in the property business in Athana, it seemed unlikely that anyone would choose to attack Hackett.

Listening to the two women’s endless analysis, analyzing this and that, for a moment, he felt that it was a pity that the two of them did not become police officers.

Hackett’s head throbbed. He felt that his concussion had worsened. In the end, in order not to worry Sherri, he did not mention the actual situation.

After spending a few hours in the hospital room and conducting her own investigation, Rose, along with Sherri, couldn’t reach any conclusive results. She worried about Hackett’s well-being after leaving the hospital and anticipated potential trouble, so she decided to call her brother. “Hello, Brother.”

Frank answered the phone, “Speak, what is it?”

Rose was not in the mood to joke. He was really worried about Hackett. “Brother, Hackett was beaten up. He has a concussion and is staying in the ward. I don’t know which lunatic hit him on the back of the head. Brother, help me investigate.”

The other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds. “Got it. I’m hanging up.”

Rose didn’t say anything else. She knew her brother would help. She put her phone back in her pocket and prepared to leave work.

shirt paired with black shorts, lazily leaning against the doorway. The other

notebook in his hand, he would

on the bed and looked at the two people in the ward. “Why do I feel that the two

you think we didn’t

at night. Can you say something more terrifying?” If they continued to talk about this topic, Hackett felt

The door was wide open, and the figure of a nearly 5.9 feet man blocked the entrance, though slightly tilted.

police station. I’ve been listening

that day, he headed to the restroom for a quick break. While using the toilet, halfway through zipping up, he was struck from behind, and

him had helped him zip it up. In any case, when he woke up, the zipper was all the

woke up, he was already in the ward. Sherri was crying beside him, like he was at

damn well annihilate him.” Hackett, anxious to know the culprit, fumed and vented his frustration with a string

if he were watching a show. His words were filled with persuasion, but his tone did not have the slightest hint of persuasion. “A multimillionaire has become a multimillionaire. It’s not a loss to be beaten up by others for a

father, David?” Hackett

looked at him in a daze. Their expressions told him yes. Hackett was so

dizzy. He supported his head and sat down again. After

times and casually threw it back onto the bed. He pulled up a stool and

today. If he really died, it would be too late for regrets. “He probably wants to cut

them were both angry and mocking each other, Hackett explained, “How would I know that this guy would find

if there was a bid that could

one brain? Do you consider yourself to be a singular

to spend money to buy such

for going bankrupt. I specially stopped a few of his construction sites, but it’s not to the extent of bankruptcy. Those complaint letters of his were not my work. I suspect that he couldn’t balance the secretaries and was stabbed by

the past, Ruby experienced bullying during preschool. Hackett expressed the need to impart a lesson to the child’s father, stating that otherwise, everyone would be on alert. Trevon’s reminder might be seen as a gesture of gratitude. It’s advisable not

time, Hackett even said that Trevon had started to be a saint. Trevon said that his wife had taught him well and that

day someone reported detailed information about David’s other non-compliant

almost

We’ve taken care of the blame for you. Just keep a low profile. In the future,