Chapter 13 Suspicious Identity
Chapter 13 Suspicious Identity
"Grandpa, he only talks with you a few more words. But as for other people that he is not interested in, even if you say one hundred words, he won't say one word." "The other day when I went to the temple fair with him, he said that I was talking too much," said Charles, very unhappy.
"You do talk too much!" With an expressionless face, Harold interrupted him, "If you don't talk rubbish, I will still barely talk to you."
"Grandpa, look at him!"
Birds of a feather flock together. Harold's childhood friend, Jeremy Xu was also a man of few words.
Charles was the one who was the most talkative among all the people Harold was willing to talk to.
Although what Charles had said was truth, it was mainly a joke, so Harold didn't get angry.
"Come on, Charles, have a seat," Sane looked at his grandson and sighed.
Noticing the document on the table, Charles picked it up and asked confusedly, "What's this?"
The man in black next to him glanced at Sane, and after he saw him nod gently, he explained the whole thing.
"Wow, what a pity! Now Wendy had no place to go. Grandpa, how about letting her live in our home! Anyway, our house is big and we have so many empty rooms! " Charles suggested.
After Sane saw that his grandson listened to the report from his subordinate but without any suspicion, he felt that his blood pressure was about to rush to the top of his head.
"Why are you all staring at me?" Charles asked confusedly. He could tell from grandpa's and Harold's eyes that they all thought he was a fool.
"Ah! Let me go! Let go of me! " A sharp voice came to their ears.
"It seems that someone is shouting!" Puzzled, Charles looked at the door.
"Duh duh duh!" A nurse ran into the office in a hurry and said, "The girl woke up and wants to see her mother now."
"Fine! We got it! You may leave now. " Harold said coldly.
The nurse had thought that Sane and Harold would go to the ward to check on Wendy, but she was wrong. The nurse thought for a while, and had to control her doubts and left. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.
"Ahhh! Let go of me! I want to see my mother! " The girl shouted hysterically.
Confused, Charles asked, "Grandpa, aren't you going to have a look?"
Sane thought for a while and said to Harold, "Let's go to have a look. We should be able to see whether it's acting or not. As a kid, I don't believe she can disguise herself so well in front of us. "
"Okay." Harold nodded, stood up and went out with Sane.
Charles followed behind and asked, "Acting? Disguise? Grandpa, Harold, what are you talking about? I don't understand a word! "
"Alas!" Only Sane replied with a deep sigh.
The men in black couldn't stand it anymore. He quickly caught up with Charles and whispered in his ear to tell him about the suspicion of Sane and Harold.
"Wow! A spy? I don't think so... "
The three approached the ward and the yelling grew louder.
When Harold entered the ward, he saw several nurses were pressing on Wendy, who was about to get out of bed. In theory, Wendy, a 16-year-old girl, should be stopped by several middle-aged nurses.
However, she seemed to have given herself a shot in the arm. She had almost pushed the nurses away with her own strength.
The nurses were in a panic. Someone comforted, "Your mother is out of danger. She is fine. There is a slight concussion in your head. You'd better have a good rest on the bed and stay calm. "
"Give her a shot of tranquilizer!"
"Okay, you hold her tight. I..." The nurse turned back to pick up the syringe and saw the three people standing at the door. She was frightened and said hastily, "Mr. Sane, Mr. Charles, Mr. Harold."
"What are you doing here?" Sane looked at the them who almost had a fight, asked harshly.
"Mr. Sane, the injured is too emotional. She is still on a drip. We are afraid that she will be in danger if she is too excited, so we intend to give her a tranquilizer to calm her down." The head nurse explained.
"Mom! It's me killed my mom! It's all my fault! I am just a jinx! Mom, I want to see her! Let me go! " Wendy shouted hysterically, with her eyes full of tears.
She thought she and her mother would live happily ever after. Unbelievable! Unbelievable! She had never expected that such a thing would happen to her mother more quickly than her previous life! Was the only family member leaving her again! Wendy's heart was torn into two pieces!
Charles said pitifully, "You just let her go to see her mother! What a pity! "
She killed Sara? What's the meaning of this? Did she really know something!
Harold and Sane exchanged glances with each other.
Looking at Wendy's tearful face, Harold stepped forward and said coldly, "If you want to see your mother, please shut up!"
Hearing the familiar voice, Wendy looked into his eyes with tearful eyes. She stopped crying, reached for Harold of his coat, looked at him pleadingly and asked, "I, is my mother still alive?"
Looking at the anxiety and fear in her eyes, Harold felt somewhat sad. He nodded and said, "yes."
"Harold, are you serious?" Wendy asked nervously. She was afraid that it was just a white lie
"Yes."
Giving up struggling, Wendy hugged her knees and sobbed. Her cheeks were wet with tears. She whispered, "That's great. Great."
It didn't take long for Wendy to stop crying. She sniffed, looked up at Harold through her watery eyes and asked, "Harold, when can I see my mother?"
"Tomorrow." Harold said concisely.
"Tomorrow? Why tomorrow? Can't I come today? " Asked Wendy wonderingly.
Charles came over and explained, "Didn't you hear what the nurse said just now? You have a concussion on your head and you need to have a good rest. So you should have a good rest today. Tomorrow, we will take you to see your mother. "
"Well, thank you." Wendy bowed to them with gratitude.
"Ouch!" A sharp pain came from Wendy head when she calmed down.
Staring at the trembling little body, Harold couldn't help but reach out and gently touch Wendy's head. "What's wrong? A headache? "
"Yes."
"Call the doctor! Now!" Harold ordered as he helped Wendy lie down.
Charles's mouth was opened in shock. He stared at Harold's hand which was resting on Wendy's waist as if he saw a ghost.