You're Out Daddy

In the hospital, a vague sense of unease flooded Kenneth as he watched Natasha being wheeled into the emergency room.

At the sight of the light above the emergency room flickering to life, he strode to the side and phoned the director of the hospital, fearful that something would happen to the woman.

Shortly after, the director of the hospital—Aiden Ackles—came downstairs with a team of experts. After speaking briefly with Kenneth, he entered the operating room.

Kenneth waited in the corridor outside.

Five minutes passed, then ten minutes.

As time ticked by, every single minute was a torment to him.

About twenty minutes later, Aiden stepped out of the operating room. Kenneth immediately went over to him. “How is she doing, Mr. Ackles?”

“Don’t worry, Mr. Hamilton. The patient’s life isn’t in any danger. She merely has some minor injuries, fractures, and a concussion. Her internal organs are fine. But since she possibly has a concussion, she needs to rest and recuperate.”

Only after Kenneth heard that diagnosis did his heart that had been lodged in his throat finally settle back in his chest. “Okay, I got it. Thank you, Mr. Ackles. Sorry for having to get you to make a trip down personally.”

“Not at all. Our team is glad to be of assistance anytime, Mr. Hamilton,” Aiden replied.

After all, a large portion of the hospital’s investment came from Kenneth. He was their major financial backer.

A trace of worry manifested in Kenneth’s eyes as he stared at the operating room.

“Don’t worry, for most are minor injuries. Nonetheless, it takes some time to deal with the injuries. She’ll be wheeled out shortly. Would you like to wait in my office, Mr. Hamilton? I’ve got some quality coffee there, so you can have some coffee while you wait,” Aiden offered.

Jolting back to his senses, Kenneth turned to the man and declined, “No, it’s okay. I’ll feel more at ease waiting here. You can go back to your work.”

At that, Aiden nodded. “All right, then. I’ve already given them some instructions, so they’ll do their best to make the arrangements. Contact me anytime if you need anything else. I’m always in the hospital recently.”

Kenneth nodded in acknowledgement.

Only then did Aiden get to his feet and go upstairs.

After he had left, Kenneth walked over to the bench at the side and plopped down, breathing a long sigh of relief.

He took out his phone. Somehow or other, he opened Denise’s WhatsApp contact. An inexplicable feeling washed over him.

was nothing else

recent photos whereby she was smiling brightly

He didn’t know whether Denise was his daughter, but judging from the time, she probably

that he

in dire need of verifying

to send a WhatsApp message to Denise and

his phone away, his phone rang again with a

the side

“Hello.”

However, the specific situation can only be determined after a thorough inspection. I reckon Ms. Watson also realized the problem that she drove the car to such a secluded place in a bid to search for a place to

listened, his brows knitted

brake hose was cut? That was an attempt to claim her life! It was only because she was lucky that she made a narrow escape! Otherwise, I really can’t imagine what would’ve happened!

enemies?” Fabian inquired out of the blue. He handled things at the accident scene, so

A long while passed before he instructed,

police have been alerted. They’ll definitely conduct an investigation,” Fabian

saying that, something occurred to him, and he asked, “But how did you know

that, Kenneth recalled that

it was a boy’s voice, sobbing

did he know

I’ve clarified things. Go

“Okay, got it.”

pondered for a moment. In

sooner was the phone connected than Denise’s choked voice drifted into

he still bit the bullet and said, “We’ve already arrived at the hospital. Your mommy

you, Mr. Handsome. Thank you for saving Mommy,”

not quite knowing what to say at that instant. “You… It’s late now, so do you guys still want to come over?

My brother

they’re really my

that case, I’ll have someone come and pick

okay. Gramps will bring

moment before he nodded in acquiescence. “All

was clutching it in his hand, a burst of something wild seemingly wanted to burst forth from his chest. He wanted to laugh, but he tried his