Chapter 126: Chapter 126: I’m Asking You, Who Did It?
The little boy’s originally fair face was now a bright red from being hit, and his ears were red and purple, as if someone had brutally grabbed and tortured them.
Leon Keane’s pupils suddenly contracted, and a sharp pain pierced his heart, feeling like thousands of needles stabbing into him, causing pain throughout his body.
"Who hit him?"
Leon Keane asked in a low voice, his expression shadowy like the sky before a storm, dark and terrifying.
"President Kane..."
"I’m asking you, who hit him?" Before the director could finish speaking, Leon Keane suddenly turned his head, his dark eyes bloodshot, filled with a storm, and he shouted at the director: "Who broke into the ward and attacked my woman and child?"
The director’s legs went weak with fear, and as he fell back, the doctor behind him reached out to catch him.
The director didn’t know who hit them. He asked Ivana Monroe and Timmy Monroe, but neither mother nor son spoke. He also asked someone to check the surveillance, but the cameras were broken. He was furious over this and planned to fire the person in charge of the surveillance room.
The person said the cameras had been broken for days. Why hadn’t they been repaired if they’ve been broken for so long?
Now Leon Keane was seething with anger, and the director’s words were useless, making it seem like he was making excuses.
"President Kane, please calm down. We’re still investigating, and we’ve also called the police. I’m sure there will be results soon," the director said with a trembling voice.
"Call the police?" Leon Keane sneered, dragging the director up by the tie and gritting his teeth: "Is your hospital’s security system just for show? How could someone run into an advanced ward and inflict violence on patients?"
On the long cabinet holding the hot water kettle in the ward, a clump of black tangled hair stabbed Leon Keane’s eyes. That clump of hair matched the length on Ivana Monroe’s head. Who could be so cruel to yank it from her head?
Leon Keane’s heart hurt so much he could barely breathe, and it felt as if flames were dancing in his eyes. He threw a punch towards the director’s face.
His action frightened everyone present.
Ivana Monroe was also stunned.
"Daddy, you cannot bully Uncle Director. He is a good person," the little boy’s clear voice suddenly sounded in the ward, like an angel’s voice.
Leon Keane’s fist, headed straight for the director’s face, missed the mark and smashed hard into the wall behind him.
The director was so scared he closed his eyes tightly. The doctor behind him was also scared stiff, thinking Leon Keane’s punch would land on his face, and until now, he dared not move or look back to see how the punch affected the wall.
He heard something fall off the wall.
All the doctors and nurses in the ward were stunned.
Leon Keane withdrew his hand, his knuckles were already bloody. The wall, made of wooden panels, had a hole punched in it.
The director heard the loud noise, trembling all over, and the anticipated pain never came. He slowly opened his eyes and gratefully glanced at the little boy on the bed.
Thanks to Timmy Monroe, he wasn’t beaten.
Leon Keane losing his temper was truly terrifying.
Leon Keane tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart and let go of the director; Timmy’s understanding made him both heartbroken and proud.
"My woman, my child, have their injuries been examined?" Leon Keane took a deep breath and, with a cold and handsome face, asked the director.
Ivana Monroe’s long eyelashes trembled slightly, her pale cheeks flushed with a suspicious blush, her nose felt a sudden twinge, and her eyes felt sore, as if hot tears were welling up.
When he domineeringly declared her as his woman, she didn’t feel repulsed; it wasn’t about love, but rather the dominant protection that made her feel warm, surpassing any sweet words.
Ivana Monroe suddenly felt grateful at this moment, glad that this man was Timmy’s father.
Though he was domineering and sometimes unreasonable, he cared for his child.
This kind of man was a competent and good father.
"They were examined, President Kane. Mrs. Kane and little master Kane are okay, just some anti-inflammatory medication and treatment for external injuries are needed," the director replied, sweating profusely.
There were people outside; it was the police.
"Who called the police earlier? What happened?" a young police officer asked.
Leon Keane frowned, coldly said to the director, "It’s too noisy, make them leave, we don’t need them to handle this, understand?"
The director immediately understood, was Leon Keane intending to deal with this personally?
"The patient needs rest, everyone out, all out," shouted the director, and the doctors and nurses exited, with the police officers who had just entered having to leave first.
The director was the last to leave, closing the ward door.
"Ah, Officer, thank you for coming, but the family and the assailant have already settled the matter internally..."
Inside the ward.
"I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have left, shouldn’t have gone out. If I had stayed in the ward, this wouldn’t have happened," Leon Keane said with remorse, thinking he should slap himself for caring about his pride so much that he failed to protect the woman and his child. What use is that pride?
"You don’t need to apologize, you did nothing wrong, this matter doesn’t relate to you." Ivana Monroe insisted on fairness and knew this incident was unrelated to Leon Keane. Even if Leon had stayed at the hospital today, the old woman had already premeditatedly planned this. The incident would have occurred at another time or place.
Compared to other places.
Ivana Monroe preferred it happened at the hospital, where at least there were people, and she quickly had Timmy call for help. If it had been a dark and secluded place, the harm to her and Timmy would’ve been multiplied.
"Uncle Kane, don’t blame yourself!" Timmy’s red face looked at Leon Keane, his clear eyes understanding and mature.
Seeing such a Timmy made Leon Keane even more heartbroken, his dark eyes flashed with harsh rage: "Tell me, who did it?"
To dare bully his woman and his child?
They better be ready to face his wrath.
"It was..."
Just as Timmy began to speak, Ivana Monroe gently pinched his little hand.
Timmy didn’t continue, furrowing his small brows. Why didn’t mom want him to tell Uncle Kane?
"What is it?" Leon Keane frowned and asked.
"Leon Keane, I appreciate your kindness, but we can’t be sure who attacked us. We’ve never seen this person." Ivana Monroe deduced from the old woman’s tone that the person might be Franklin Young’s elder, but she didn’t want to tell Leon at this time, nor did she want him to act like the Old Madam Young and bring people to severely punish Franklin Young’s family.