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Chapter 675 He Called You a Moron
Leanna stayed in the hospital ward for three whole days, but William showed no signs of waking up
whatsoever.
On the fourth day, she happened to see the slightest twitches in the hands of the man lying on the
hospital bed when she looked up from her manuscripts.
She quickly jumped to her feet and called for the doctor.
The doctor spoke to her in Dellshorean after examining William, "I'm afraid it's just a reflexive action.
His consciousness has not fully recovered, so it might take a while for him to regain consciousness."
"He won't be in danger anymore, right?"
"As long as his wounds do not become inflamed and cause a high fever, there should be no problem."
He continued after a brief pause, "But, the patient might occasionally have some measure of
consciousness. You should speak to him more often. He might hear you, and your voice might
stimulate him to wake up."
She nodded lightly. "Thank you."
After the doctor left the hospital ward, Leanna sat down once more and glanced at the manuscripts on
the coffee table but did not pick them up. Instead, she walked over to the hospital bed and sat down.
She seemed to catch a glimpse of familiarity in his unfamiliar eyes as she stared at the man on the
bed.
Leanna did not know what to say to him, so a long time passed before she slowly began rambling,
"Two weeks ago, I participated in a jewelry exhibition where I saw the ring that you used to propose to
my mother. I also heard about the origin of the ring and the story of the last time the ring was used.
"To be honest, I was very curious about your past. I wanted to know about the stories between you and
my mother, as well as the things that happened in my childhood. Mr. Jackson told me some stories
when I was at the Crossley Residence previously. But… those stories are too vague. I can't remember
anything about those times.
"I've always had the same recurring dream throughout the years. There was a raging fire before me,
and I kept trying to run into the fire. However, there was a hand constantly pulling me away and
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtdragging me away from that place. I'm sure that you and I are the same. We both want to know the
truth behind what happened after the explosion. Why did my mother take me away… Aside from that, I
also want to know how you survived that explosion.
"If… If my mother had known that you were alive, she would have been thrilled. We probably would not
have met after so many years of separation. I might already have called you 'Dad' a long time ago. Our
little family might have lived together forever…"
At the end of Leanna's long monologue, her voice had gotten rough and choked up. Her eyes were
also reddened and brimming with tears.
On the other hand, the patient lying on the bed showed no reaction except for a single tear that slipped
out from the corner of his eye.
All of a sudden, a wave of emotions surged up inside her. Unable to control the wave of emotions that
overwhelmed her, she hurriedly ran out of the hospital room. She stared up at the sky and took several
deep breaths. In the end, she managed to force back her tears.
Although she did not know when he would regain consciousness, she could be certain that he had
heard everything she said just now.
She walked over to the bench along the corridor and sat down. Then, she held her phone with her head
lowered and seemed to be in deep thought about something.
…
There had been significant turmoil within the Complex Group ever since William was shot and
hospitalized. Then, just as the company was about to sink into crisis, William's assistant walked into the
meeting room with Aidan in tow.
Many of the Complex Group's senior executives opposed Aidan's involvement. They believed that
Aidan was an outsider who had no qualifications to handle the company's affairs.
To their utter surprise, it only took him two days to locate the collaborative partnership that had
previously been threatened at gunpoint by those people.
With the supply chains restored, the company instantly began to operate as usual.
Even so, the company was greatly affected by the incident. Unfortunately, it would take some time
before things would return to how they were before.
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
The group who attacked William had initially planned to head toward Warkin after seizing the cargo
ship. Alas, they were intercepted in the Adalatic Sea.
When these people saw the enormous cruise ship blocking their way and the gleaming 'Woodley' name
decorating the side of the cruise ship, they quickly exchanged a glance with each other and took out
their weapons. Then, they made preparations to defend themselves, but, strangely enough, there was
no movement from the cruise ship.
These people had been hiding on the sea for some time now, so their food and water supply had been
exhausted.
It did not take long for them to realize that the cruise ship would have everything that they needed.
Therefore, they stopped hesitating and boarded the cruise ship with their weapons.
There was not a single person to be found on the spacious deck. Moreover, there was a dining table
overflowing with fresh food and champagne.
In the beginning, they patrolled the ship vigilantly with their guns at the reason. Once they confirmed
that nobody was on the deck, they finally began to stuff themselves with the food and chugged the
champagne like water.
After they satisfied their hunger and thirst, they began to look at the luxurious cruise ship with a greedy
light in their eyes. They immediately kicked open the door behind the deck and moved forward with
their guns at the ready.
Their journey was very quiet and peaceful.
The atmosphere did not make them less vigilant. On the contrary, they became increasingly anxious
about the situation.
One of them spoke in Vendalian, "Something isn't right. Let's retreat."
Another person cursed in Dellshorean, "Get lost if you're scared of dying. Don't waste our time with
your nonsense."
Another person jumped into the conversation, "The name 'Woodley' is written on the ship. We shouldn't
head any further in. It's best not to offend Mr. Woodley."
The person who spoke Dellshorean earlier spat in disdain, "What's there to fear? Regardless of Mr.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWoodley's influence, he can only remain cooped up in Jamesdon. We're going to leave as soon as we
grab what we need. How will he know our identities?"
They quarreled among themselves briefly but gradually crept forward anyway.
When they arrived before a door and saw the light shining from within, their expressions immediately
revealed their excitement and eagerness for bloodshed.
They kicked open the door and stepped inside. Just as they prepared themselves for a massacre, they
found themselves held at gunpoint. Icy cold gun barrels were pressing directly against their foreheads.
Likewise, they also pointed the guns in their hands at the people in front of them.
For a time, the atmosphere in the room was filled with a thick layer of chilling murderous intent.
Lachlan sat at the poker table located in the depths of the room with a lazy expression on his face.
Finally, he said calmly, "Why are you so angry? Was my hospitality lacking?"
The person who spoke Dellshorean earlier threw out a question, "Who are you?"
Lachlan glanced over and answered without the slightest change in his expression, "You don't deserve
to know."
The person who spoke Dellshorean turned to his companion who could speak Chiojan and asked,
"What did he say?"
His companion replied, "He called you a moron."
When he heard those words, his expression changed drastically, and his rage surged to unprecedented
heights. He was just about to pull the trigger when his opponent forcefully twisted his wrist with great
strength. His gun clattered noisily to the ground. Then, before he even had time to react to the
situation, he felt somebody kick him in the knee. Then, he lost his balance and fell to his knees with an
audible thud.
The entire process took place so quickly that nobody managed to catch a clear glimpse of the other
party's movements.
They were shocked by the sudden turn of events. They stared at the man, who suddenly appeared
beside them without any warning, with their jaws agape as they clutched tightly at the guns in their
hands.
At this moment, the man carried the person who spoke Dellshorean earlier over to the poker table.
The man looked utterly terrified, "W-Who are you?"
Lachlan glanced at the man and responded calmly, "Since you want to know so badly, I don't mind
making a bet with you. If you win, I will tell you who I am."
"A-And… if I lose?"