Chapter 293: Chapter 302

Chapter 302 No Reason to Kill Himself Amelie looked at Julia silently.

Julia punched the chair. “He took her away. That’s all he did. Didn’t even hand her over to the cops.

What’s he trying to do? Protect her?”

“Three seconds. Tell me who the donor is, or else,” Leo threatened coldly before throwing a glance at the whip, hinting at the consequences she would get if she kept dilly-dallying. He took Elyse back here because she told him she knew the name of the donor. Even though he had lost all his trust in her by now, he still wanted to bet on the off chance she wasn’t lying.

“I’ll talk! I’ll talk!” she said quickly, nodding in fear. She worried that he might kill her if she hesitated. “The donor is—”

A glint flew in from a distance, charging straight at Elyse’s temple. When Leo realized what was going on, her head was already lolled to the side, and a bloody hole bored through her temple.

…

“What’s going on?” Amelie was woken by the sounds of footsteps, and she jumped up. Thinking she was still in danger, she ran to the door and saw a group of people pushing a gurney as they left in a hurry.

Lights shone upon the corridor, and she remembered she was in the hospital. A sigh escaped her lips, and she saw two men stopping in the distance. She knew them—one was Eugene, and the other was Leo’s bodyguard. Leo might not be a fan of high-profile living, but he would still bring a bodyguard or two just in case.

“No idea.” Julia was in the corridor, and she flung her hair.

She stayed behind to keep an eye on Amelie and her family. She went to a bathroom outside in case the sounds of her relieving herself would disturb her friend’s rest. Then, she came back to the group of people pushing a gurney along the corridor. “I saw some blood on the gurney but couldn’t see who it was. Maybe Leo was killed,” Julia spoke calmly.

She didn’t like Leo one bit, and she didn’t care even if he died. However, Amelie pursed her lips, the look on her face solemn. Leo is Bria’s father. If he dies, then… She looked back into the ward.

Julia got the message, and she said, “Want to have a look?”

“Sure.”

They didn’t wait long. The surgery was over a while later, and Eugene came out of the room, striding across the corridor. The ladies wondered what he was doing, but they didn’t follow him. Instead, they made their way to the emergency room, and a doctor came out. He took his mask off, the look on his face solemn. “We did our best. Our condolences.”

“He’s dead?” Julia asked in disbelief.