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.

in Hackett’s hospital room, two people appeared abruptly. One was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt paired with black shorts, lazily leaning against the doorway. The other was dressed in a white short-sleeved shirt and black casual pants, casually

had a notebook in his hand, he would have taken

do I feel that

you think we didn’t bring

more terrifying?” If they continued

the figure of a nearly 5.9 feet

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,

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

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

me? I’ll damn well annihilate him.” Hackett, anxious to know the culprit,

but his tone did not have the slightest hint of persuasion. “A multimillionaire has become a

father, David?” Hackett

him in a daze. Their expressions told him yes. Hackett was so angry that he smashed a pillow beside him onto the blanket and fell to the

his head and sat down again. After resting for a while,

up the pillow. He patted it a few times and casually threw it back onto the bed. He pulled

he had a concussion today. If he really died, it would be too late

know that

that could not be taken down, it was the two of

a multimillionaire with just one brain? Do you consider yourself to be

he still has to

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

a lesson to the child’s father, stating that otherwise, everyone would be on alert. Trevon’s

started to be a saint. Trevon said that his wife had taught him well and that he should

However, coincidentally, the next day someone reported detailed information about David’s other non-compliant and illicitly operated construction sites. Hackett Blackwell wasn’t responsible for

end, he almost died

the blame for you. Just keep a