Chapter 575: Chapter 577

At Hospital Athana, Hackett’s head was wrapped in gauze. Sherri stood at the side and felt her heart ache as she watched. She kept asking the nurse to be gentler. “Please be gentler. Hackett , are you feeling any discomfort? I’m dying from the pain. Please don’t have any sequelae.”

“I’m fine. He ambushed me from behind. When I’m discharged from the hospital, I’ll kill him.” His expression was too big, and the back of his head hurt. He gritted his teeth in pain.

“Don’t move. Let the nurse bandage it. Did you offend someone? Why did that person hit your head as soon as he came up?”

Wasn’t this killing him? He had a concussion from being hit.

Sherri was secretly glad that she had a concussion. Otherwise, she would have to be a widow.

Sherri even suspected that Hackett’s life was destined to be tumultuous. His brain was being shaken plenty of times, either hitting a tree or being ambushed.

Considering his long lifetime, he might need some protection for his head. Perhaps they should consult a master or consider a name change. Even if it’s just calling him a Shock Absorber, it might not be a bad idea Rose heard the nurse say that Mr. Blackwell had a concussion, rushed over, and as soon as she entered the ward, she saw Hackett’s head wrapped like it had exploded on the frontlines. Subconsciously, she looked at Hackett’s legs. “What happened?

Hackett, did you get into a fight and lose?”

He already had a headache, but after hearing Rose’s words, Hackett felt even more headache.

Rose and Sherri were concerned as they sat down to analyze whether Hackett had recently offended anyone. However, considering the Blackwell family’s longstanding dominance in the property business in Athana, it seemed unlikely that anyone would choose to attack Hackett.

Listening to the two women’s endless analysis, analyzing this and that, for a moment, he felt that it was a pity that the two of them did not become police officers.

Hackett’s head throbbed. He felt that his concussion had worsened. In the end, in order not to worry Sherri, he did not mention the actual situation.

After spending a few hours in the hospital room and conducting her own investigation, Rose, along with Sherri, couldn’t reach any conclusive results. She worried about Hackett’s well-being after leaving the hospital and anticipated potential trouble, so she decided to call her brother. “Hello, Brother.”

Frank answered the phone, “Speak, what is it?”

Rose was not in the mood to joke. He was really worried about Hackett. “Brother, Hackett was beaten up. He has a concussion and is staying in the ward. I don’t know which lunatic hit him on the back of the head. Brother, help me investigate.”

The other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds. “Got it. I’m hanging up.”

Rose didn’t say anything else. She knew her brother would help. She put her phone back in her pocket and prepared to leave work.

At night, in Hackett’s hospital room, two people appeared abruptly. One was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt paired with black shorts, lazily leaning against the doorway. The other was dressed in a white short-sleeved shirt and black casual pants, casually pulling a chair and sitting by the bed.

If Trevon had a notebook in his hand, he would have taken a statement.

Hackett sat on the bed and looked at the two people in the ward. “Why do I feel that the two of you aren’t here to visit me? You look like you’re here to see if I’m dead.”

Trevon crossed his legs. “Do you think we didn’t bring chrysanthemums?”

“It’s so late at night. Can you say something more terrifying?” If they continued to talk about this topic, Hackett felt that he might die on the spot.

Frank still didn’t enter the room. The door was wide open, and the figure of a nearly 5.9 feet man blocked the entrance, though slightly tilted. Upon hearing Trevon’s words, he chuckled.

“I’ve been caught by you. I’ve been waiting at the police station. I’ve been listening to your complaints for a few hours.” After saying that, Frank dug his ears.

Hackett immediately became alert. He wasn’t accustomed to having bodyguards with him. Upon leaving the company that day, he headed to the restroom for a quick break. While using the toilet, halfway through zipping up, he was struck from behind, and he promptly fell to the ground.

He did not know if the person who saved him had helped him zip it up. In any case, when he woke up, the zipper was all the way to the top.

However, when he woke up, he was already in the ward. Sherri was crying beside him, like he was at a funeral. He almost thought that he was dead.

“Which bastard attacked me? I’ll damn well annihilate him.” Hackett, anxious to know the culprit, fumed and vented his frustration with a string of expletives.

Trevon crossed his arms as if he were watching a show. His words were filled with persuasion, but his tone did not have the slightest hint of persuasion. “A multimillionaire has become a multimillionaire. It’s not a loss to be beaten up by others for a few hours.”

“Gabriel’s father, David?” Hackett suddenly raised his voice.

Trevon and Frank did not speak. They looked at him in a daze. Their expressions told him yes. Hackett was so angry that he smashed a pillow beside him onto the blanket and fell to the ground.

Hackett’s head felt a little dizzy. He supported his head and sat down again. After resting for a while, he did not feel dizzy.

Frank stood up straight and bent down to pick up the pillow. He patted it a few times and casually threw it back onto the bed. He pulled up a stool and sat down. He crossed his legs and placed his hands behind his head. “Are you looking down on us?”

Trevon was also holding his breath. Fortunately, he had a concussion today. If he really died, it would be too late for regrets. “He probably wants to cut ties. He’s really capable.”

Seeing that the two of them were both angry and mocking each other, Hackett explained, “How would I know that this guy would find me? Besides, I did it secretly. I didn’t publicize that I, Hackett, did it.”

It had always been Trevon and Frank who removed obstacles for Hackett. Even if there was a bid that could not be taken down, it was the two of them who did this. It had never been Hackett.

Trevon inquired, “Is it possible for someone to transition from being a worker to a multimillionaire with just one brain? Do you consider yourself to be a singular brain, or do you believe he is a singular brain?”

Frank stated, “That stick costs about 10 dollars. Now that he’s bankrupt, he still has to spend money to buy such a stick to take revenge on you. It’s worth it.”

Hackett explained, “Wait a minute. I won’t take the blame for going bankrupt. I specially stopped a few of his construction sites, but it’s not to the extent of bankruptcy. Those complaint letters of his were not my work. I suspect that he couldn’t balance the secretaries and was stabbed by the person beside him. The blame is actually on me.”

In the past, Ruby experienced bullying during preschool. Hackett expressed the need to impart a lesson to the child’s father, stating that otherwise, everyone would be on alert. Trevon’s reminder might be seen as a gesture of gratitude. It’s advisable not to pressure him, considering there were individuals of varying ages present.

At that time, Hackett even said that Trevon had started to be a saint. Trevon said that his wife had taught him well and that he should leave a way out for himself.

Meanwhile, Hackett’s intention was merely to teach a lesson. He disrupted the opponent’s two construction sites, incurring some losses. However, coincidentally, the next day someone reported detailed information about David’s other non-compliant and illicitly operated construction sites. Hackett Blackwell wasn’t responsible for the report, and he didn’t bother to investigate who did it.

In the end, he almost died today because of this.

Trevon said, “No need to feel upset. We’ve taken care of the blame for you. Just keep a low profile. In the future, leave these matters to us.” This implies that they have handled the situation.

Hackett was about to say something touching when Trevon interrupted him. “Chrysanthemums are quite expensive. You should live a few more years.”

Upon hearing this, Hackett was rendered speechless.

Seeing that Hackett was fine, the two of them did not intend to stay any longer. Trevon glanced at the door and said, “Let’s go.”

Then he stood up and put his hands in his pockets. He was extremely relaxed.

Frank followed closely, paying no mind to Hackett’s speechless expression. He walked to the door and spoke up, “I’ve assigned four royal guards to you. Your Royal Highness, remember to provide them with meals.”

In response, Trevon laughed, a light chuckle escaping him. He said, “Sure, enjoy having them. It’s rare for the Chief of the East Factory to personally choose them for you.”

Hackett was speechless. At the same time, he felt the brotherhood. He grinned and shouted towards the door, “Thank you.”

When Sherri arrived, she happened to be separated from Trevon and the others. One entered the elevator, and the other left.

When she walked into the ward, she found two stools placed by the bed. “Has anyone come?”

“Yes, Trevon and Frank were here. They just left. Didn’t you see them?”

“No, I didn’t see them when I came in. Why did they leave so quickly? Let’s chat for a while longer.” Sherri was puzzled. She had not been home for long.

Sherri suddenly thought of something. “By the way, did anything happen on this floor after I left? Why are there so many men at the door?”

“Frank left it for me. He said they are the royal guards. Remember to get more food tomorrow.” He couldn’t let Frank’s royal guards starve to death. Content of Draмąոovels.com Sherri was surprised that Franks hired bodyguards to protect Hackett, but she found it nice that he took care of him.

It took a while to react. They were really close. “Trevon and Frank are quite decent guys. Actually, we also have bodyguards at our own home, but perhaps Frank’s ones are more capable.”

In the underground parking lot, before Frank got into the car, Trevon’s door drooped. The door was half open as he looked at Frank’s back and asked, “You don’t plan to go to Sapphire City?”

Frank closed the already opened door again and asked with a frown, “What do you mean?”

He left Frank, who had yet to get into the car, standing on the spot and thinking about Trevon’s words. This guy never cared if he went to Sapphire City or not. He was a little too strict today.