Chapter 322: Chapter 322: My Son Has a Mental Problem
Frances Webb felt her heart tremble, turned around and ran back, dialing 911 on her phone.
She dialed several times, but kept pressing the wrong numbers.
Her hand was refusing to cooperate.
"Jordan, Jordan, come over here quickly."
Frances Webb cried anxiously.
"What’s wrong with you? Your son is like this, and you still can’t come out yourself?"
Jordan Hale found Frances Webb very annoying, reached out to feel Shelton Hale’s face, which was slightly warmer than normal. The string in Jordan Hale’s heart that had been tight, relaxed slightly.
Frances Webb ran out with her phone.
"Jordan, I can’t dial the phone, my hands are shaking too much. You do it."
She handed him the phone.
Jordan Hale shot Frances Webb a fierce look: "Useless old woman."
Jordan Hale scolded.
Frances Webb cried in anger: "Yes, I’m useless. If you find me useless, why did you marry me in the first place?"
Jordan Hale dialed 911 and said irritably, "Shut your damn mouth."
Frances Webb was angry and pushed Jordan Hale: "I won’t shut up. What right do you have to despise me? When I was with you, you were so poor. If it weren’t for me, could you live such a good life now? Could your son have such a good job today?"
The call connected.
Just as Jordan Hale was about to speak, Frances Webb pushed him, causing him to fall to the ground and drop the phone. He was furious and started to hit Frances Webb.
"Crazy woman, staying at home every day, only reaches out to ask for money and opens your mouth to eat. If it wasn’t for me making money, what would you use? My son’s job is because of your sister, it has nothing to do with you! You dare to push me? Do you want to die..."
Jordan Hale, after all, was a man and much stronger than Frances Webb. In no time, he had her down on the ground.
"Ah~"
The scream didn’t come from Frances Webb’s mouth, but from the unconscious Shelton Hale.
When Frances Webb fell, she accidentally landed on Shelton Hale.
Shelton Hale was woken by the intense pain.
The two old people fighting were shocked and stopped their hands.
Frances Webb quickly crawled off Shelton Hale, seeing his painful expression, she said heartbroken, "Shelton, how are you? It’s all your dad’s fault, the old bastard, he knocked me down and I accidentally fell on you... boo hoo... Shelton, seeing you in pain, it hurts mom so much! Shelton, what happened last night? How did you end up like this?"
Shelton Hale was in so much pain that he couldn’t answer Frances Webb’s many questions.
Jordan Hale really wanted to slap Frances Webb twice and make her shut up.
She didn’t watch where she was going, fell on their son, and still didn’t admit her mistake. Now that the son was in so much pain, she wouldn’t call an ambulance, wouldn’t even let him catch his breath, just spouted nonsense.
Jordan Hale held back, picked up the phone from the floor, fortunately, it wasn’t broken, and he dialed 911 again.
"My son is seriously injured, please come quickly, the address is..."
"Dad... hang up... don’t call... an ambulance."
Jordan Hale didn’t hang up, but gave the home address to the other party.
Shelton Hale was both in pain and enraged: "Didn’t I say... don’t call an ambulance... are you trying to kill me?"
Every word he spoke brought pain all over his body.
Shelton Hale cried in pain.
Jordan Hale felt heartache for his son: "Shelton, seeing you hurt like this, dad is trying to save you."
Screw that!
Shelton Hale cried, "I don’t need you to save me... Just help me back home."
Jordan Hale couldn’t understand why Shelton Hale said this?
Could Shelton have hurt his brain and was now talking nonsense?
Jordan Hale didn’t argue with Shelton Hale, he and Frances Webb helped Shelton back into the house.
The ambulance arrived, and the medical staff entered the Hale household.
"I’m not going to the hospital, I’m fine, I just need to rest at home." Shelton Hale lay on the sofa; the mattress at home was hard, and he had wounds all over his body. The living room had a fabric sponge sofa, and lying there didn’t hurt as much.
"Sir, your face and eyes are so swollen, your nose is crooked, you need to go to the hospital immediately," the medical staff said.
Shelton Hale looked at the clock in the living room, the hour hand pointed to nine in the morning.
He felt sad and worried, and was even more afraid to go to the hospital.
"I’m a doctor at Mount Cygnus Hospital myself, don’t I know my own condition? Do I need you to meddle? Get out of here..."
Shelton Hale lost his temper.
"Shelton, don’t be like this, the nurse is right, she’s doing it for your own good. Look at how badly you’re hurt, how can you not go to the hospital?"
Frances Webb wiped her tears, advising him.
"Shelton, stop being so stubborn, you must go to the hospital for treatment."
Jordan Hale was somewhat forceful.
"I don’t need you to meddle, both of you shut up! My affairs, I’ll make my own decisions." Shelton Hale was very impatient, his body was already in pain, and his face was swollen and sore, making it hard to speak.
Could they stop bothering him?
Frances Webb and Jordan Hale continued to persuade him.
Shelton Hale couldn’t take it anymore and shouted, "If you don’t want to live, get out, I’m already miserable enough, isn’t that enough for you?"
After cursing his parents, Shelton Hale also cursed the lingering medical staff, "If you don’t get out, your family will die."
The medical personnel trembled with anger: "I’ve never seen such an unreasonable patient, we’re leaving."
The two medical staff left angrily.
Frances Webb hurriedly caught up, stopping the two medical personnel: "Don’t be angry, my son is a patient, he’s seriously injured, you can’t ignore him."
"Take care of him? If we take care of him, his whole family will die, how do you expect us to take care of him?"
Jordan Hale saw that something was wrong with Shelton Hale, his heart skipped a beat, could Shelton really be...?
Jordan Hale was frightened by his own thoughts.
"What are you looking at? Take my mom and get out." Shelton Hale had had enough.
Jordan Hale was scolded to leave by Shelton Hale, with no expression of discomfort on his face, but rather a look of sympathy. He turned around, saying softly to the medical staff: "My son’s mind... doesn’t seem to be right, you mustn’t leave, you must take him to the hospital."
Jordan Hale thought to himself: Just beginning to have mental issues, it should be treatable. If time drags on and keeps following Shelton Hale, letting him stay home, there would really be no cure.
Frances Webb covered her mouth with her hand, tears streaming down: Boo hoo hoo... Shelton went to work fine yesterday, how could he suddenly not be right in the head?
Alright!
The medical staff couldn’t really get angry with a patient whose mind wasn’t right.
They returned to the Hale family. This time, no matter how Shelton Hale cursed them or said awful things, together with Jordan Hale, they forcibly carried Shelton onto the ambulance.
Shelton Hale was severely injured, no match for a few people. He lay in the ambulance shouting, "You bastards, let me down, I can’t go to the hospital, I really can’t go to the hospital, Leon Keane will beat me to death."
"Who is Leon Keane?" Frances Webb asked.
"Don’t know." Jordan Hale answered immediately.