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.

shorts, lazily leaning against the doorway. The other was dressed

his hand, he would have taken

do I feel that the two of you aren’t

you think

you say something more terrifying?” If they continued to talk about this topic, Hackett felt that he might die

a nearly 5.9 feet man blocked

by you. I’ve been waiting at the police station. I’ve been listening to your complaints for a few hours.” After saying that, Frank dug his

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

it up. In any case, when he

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

to know the culprit, fumed and vented his frustration with a string of

his tone did not have the slightest hint of persuasion. “A multimillionaire

David?” Hackett suddenly raised

Frank did not speak. They looked at him in a daze. Their expressions told him yes. Hackett was

little dizzy. He supported his head and sat down again. After resting for a while, he did

and casually threw it back onto the bed. He pulled up a stool and sat down. He crossed his legs and placed his hands behind his head. “Are you looking down on

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

Hackett explained, “How would I know that this guy would find me? Besides,

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

possible for someone to transition from being a worker to a multimillionaire with just one brain?

stated, “That stick costs about 10 dollars. Now that he’s bankrupt, he still has to spend money to buy such a stick

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 person beside him. The blame

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

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

the opponent’s two construction sites, incurring some losses. 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 the report, and

he almost died today because of

for you. Just keep a low profile. In the

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