Chapter 1433: 1433. Harry Hall’s Self-Reproach
Hands placed on the steering wheel, veins on the back of the hands bulging conspicuously due to the excessive force.
His jaw was clenched; the usually gentle and indifferent gaze had beco exceptionally sharp at this mont.
Yet amidst this sharpness, there was a touch of unsettling anxiety and fear that tugged at one’s heartstrings.
The hands resting on the steering wheel, veins protruding, if you look closely, they were faintly trembling.
He dared not say anything, nor think of anything, speeding all the way to the hospital.
The closer he got to Helen lendy’s ward, the less he dared to step forward.
Earlier on the phone, he hadn’t listened carefully; he just heard soone had added other drug components into Helen lendy’s usual intravenous drip.
Now he was not too sure what exactly was going on.
As he gradually approached Helen lendy’s ward, his legs were becoming sowhat weak and trembling.
The bodyguard stationed at the door saw him and quickly ca forward, “Mr. Hall.”
Harry Hall ignored him and instead looked at Dr. Charles, who was in charge of Helen lendy, and asked, “How is my wife now?”
“Rest assured, Mr. Hall, Miss lendy’s syringe was pulled out in ti, not much of the solution entered her body, and we’ve already conducted a preliminary examination; she’s not in much danger.”
Upon hearing this, Harry Hall and the head bodyguard let out a sigh of relief.
From Dr. Charles’ account, he learned that he had been knocked out and tied up in the rest room by that assassin. Had it not been for an intern who happened to co looking for him and found him tied up, the consequences would have been unthinkable.
As for the drug injected into Helen lendy, it was indeed Atropine, as Dr. Charles had determined.
Atropine is a dication that excites the central nervous system; in excess, it can cause palpitations, dilated pupils, fever, dizziness, and severe cases may lead to respiratory failure and death.
“I apologize, Mr. Hall, it was our negligence.”
The head of the bodyguards apologized.
They were sent by the Jones Family to protect Helen lendy; Harry Hall had no grounds to bla them, besides, the bodyguards had already promptly stopped the assassin’s further actions.
Though that was said, Harry Hall’s expression indeed wasn’t good.
“All of you, go out.”
After Dr. Charles left, the bodyguards were also sent out by Harry Hall.
The ward had already been cleaned up by the nurse, and Helen lendy’s dication was rehung.
Harry Hall held Helen lendy’s hand, his eyes full of apology, “I’m sorry, Helen, it’s my fault you’re dragged into this.”
Even if he couldn’t get any evidence at the mont, he could guess who did it.
And their real target in doing all this, was him.
If not for him, Helen might still be lively and cheerful, enjoying her life; where would she be implicated like this now?
He buried his face in Helen lendy’s hand, soone who was usually emotionally reticent and unobtrusive, yet at this mont, emitted a few sobs out of guilt.
His eyes were slightly wet, warm liquid trickling down her fingers, slowly sliding into her palm.
Helen lendy’s fingertips moved slightly, which made the man originally imrsed in guilt and sobs suddenly freeze.
His head abruptly lifted from her palm, revealing a handso face on the verge of tears, eyes filled with excitent, shock, and an indescribable oddness.
His gaze fell on Helen lendy’s smooth round fingertips, the nails trimd neatly.
Reviews
All reviews (0)