Chapter 323: Chapter 323: Apology
The medical staff saw Shelton Hale’s severed hand.
"Don’t listen to his nonsense. Look, his hand is already severed. If we don’t get him to the hospital soon, there will be many aftereffects."
Moreover, the patient is mentally unstable, the medical staff added silently in their hearts.
"I’m not talking nonsense; Leon Keane did this to me. He said if I dared to go to the hospital, he’d beat me up again. Are you trying to get me killed?" Shelton Hale was internally collapsing.
Frances Webb was crying: "How can this Leon Keane be so excessive? I want to call the police and have him arrested."
The medical staff rolled their eyes at Frances Webb: "Do you even know what state your son is in right now? Can you believe anything he says? I’m telling you, do you know who Leon Keane is? He’s a top-level mogul in Ravenswood. How much clout does your son have for him to come and beat him up?"
Frances Webb didn’t have much conviction.
She believed the medical staff.
"Son, could you have remembered wrong?"
"No, I’m sure, mom. You can’t call anyone; Leon Keane is very powerful. Calling the police won’t help. Please, take me home now. I’m begging you..."
"This..."
Frances Webb was at a loss, looking towards Jordan Hale.
Jordan Hale had tears in his eyes and said: "Son, I understand now. First, go with the medical staff to the hospital and get your body treated, then we’ll find an opportunity to kill Leon Keane and avenge you."
Medical staff: "..."
Shelton Hale’s eyes widened, feeling his father had gone mad.
No, that’s not it.
His dad wasn’t mad; he was just treating him like an idiot, deceiving him.
Shelton Hale yelled furiously: "Are you treating me like I’m crazy?"
Jordan Hale: "No, no. Shelton is the smartest; how could he be crazy? Others are crazy; you calmly go to the hospital..."
Shelton Hale was truly about to go mad: "Jordan Hale, you bastard, you actually treat your own son like he’s crazy."
Jordan Hale waved to the medical staff, signaling them to join forces in getting Shelton Hale to the hospital.
And just like that.
Shelton Hale was forcibly pushed into Everwood Hospital.
Mount Cygnus Hospital, VIP Room No. 2.
Dean Quinn stood in front of Ivana Monroe’s hospital bed, bowing his head in apology: "I’m sorry, Ms. Monroe, for what happened yesterday, I hereby sincerely apologize to you."
Ivana Monroe was a person who distinguishes between gratitude and grudges. This incident was orchestrated by Leo Griffin; Leo Griffin and Evan Reed confessed. They acted under Shelton Hale’s orders. Evan Reed was the most unfortunate; he didn’t know what Leo Griffin intended to do to her.
Ivana Monroe shook her head, wanting to say: You don’t need to apologize, it wasn’t you who harmed me.
Timmy Monroe’s young voice angrily said: "If an apology could solve everything, what would be the point of the police in this world?"
Dean Quinn was chastised by the child, his old face turned red, regret flickering in his eyes. He shouldn’t have brought Shelton Hale to his hospital; now it had caused such a huge issue.
He was truly ruined by Shelton Hale.
Leon Keane sat on the sofa, close to Timmy Monroe, his handsome face tense, impossible to judge his mood. He said nothing.
Dean Quinn knew that Leon Keane was very angry about this incident. He was racking his brains to apologize to Ivana Monroe, all in hopes of calming Leon Keane’s anger.
If Leon Keane couldn’t be calmed down.
All of his enterprises would suffer devastating blows.
Dean Quinn said: "Yes, young master Timmy is right, an apology is worthless compared to the harm suffered by Ms. Monroe, but I still want to try. How can I earn Ms. Monroe’s forgiveness for my mistake? No matter what Ms. Monroe requests, as long as I can achieve it, I will do it."
Timmy Monroe: "Hypocrite, pretender, you’re all the same kind of people."
Dean Quinn looked apologetically at Ivana Monroe; he saw the hint of mollification in her eyes, but behind him, the young boy was even harder to deal with than the victim herself.
Ivana Monroe said: "You don’t need to apologize, because in this matter, you weren’t involved. I only hope that before transferring to another hospital, no one from your hospital will come to harm me or my child again."
If there was a request, that was her only one.
Dean Quinn was astonished, not expecting Ivana Monroe to be so agreeable. He immediately raised his hand to assure: "Please rest assured, Ms. Monroe, the same mistake won’t happen a second time. I sincerely thank Ms. Monroe for her magnanimity."
Ivana Monroe tugged at her lips, magnanimity? She wasn’t magnanimous, just clear in distinguishing between grudges and favors.
Dean Quinn then turned, looking at Leon Keane.
The handsome face showed no expression, and he said nothing.
Dean Quinn felt his scalp tingling, daring not to ask much, and said: "Ms. Monroe, I won’t disturb your rest any longer. President Kane, I’ll take my leave."
Leon Keane did not respond to him.
Dean Quinn lowered his head and walked out of VIP Room No. 2.
He was furious, with a somber look, as he entered Jack Quinn’s hospital room.
Florence Webb was feeding Jack Quinn some ginseng marrow soup: "Drink slowly. Xuan, if you like drinking it, mom will make a new batch tonight."
Jack Quinn finished the soup from the spoon.
Unexpectedly, he was met with a loud slap.
The soup splattered on the hospital bed, Jack Quinn’s cheek turned to one side.
Florence Webb screamed in fright, the thermos bottle in her hand fell to the ground, spilling marrow soup everywhere.
"Nolan Quinn, what are you doing? You just come in and slap your son? His hand just had surgery, and it’s in the recovery period. How can you be so harsh?"
Florence Webb was extremely distressed.
Nolan Quinn was trembling with rage: "Ask your son what good deeds he has done!"
Yesterday, he called up every hospital director and chief in Ravenswood, begging like a grandson, but nobody agreed to help his son get surgery.
Ultimately, he couldn’t do anything but spend a fortune to fly in an orthopedic doctor from Meridia to save Jack Quinn’s hand.
And even that was not the end of it.
He received a call from the bureau last night, rushed there only to find out about an even more infuriating situation.
The police had given him Evan Reed’s statement and informed him about Jack Quinn obstructing Dr. Leo from performing surgery on Ivana Monroe.
Nolan Quinn almost fainted from anger right then.
Did Jack Quinn’s brain get crossed somehow? Doing such things?
Even if Jack Quinn hadn’t been part of Shelton Hale’s plan, Leon Keane wouldn’t see it that way.
By offending Leon Keane, was Jack Quinn intending to completely shut down Mount Cygnus?
Florence Webb didn’t know such a big issue had arisen, her eyes red as she protested: "How could Xuan do anything wrong? Even if he committed a grave mistake, you shouldn’t hit him now."
Nolan Quinn raised his shaking hand, pointing at Florence Webb: "A doting mother raises a spoiled son; Jack Quinn has been spoiled by you. Both of you mother and son want to ruin The Quinn Group, would that make you happy?"
Florence Webb argued back: "Whose family doesn’t spoil their son? Is it wrong for me to spoil my son? Besides, Xuan has been obedient since childhood; he never rebelled like other boys when he grew up. What are you dissatisfied with?"
"I understand; recently, hackers attacked Mount Cygnus’s computer systems and you can’t handle it, so you’re taking it out on Xuan."
Nolan Quinn truly was about to be driven mad by Florence Webb’s words: She knew nothing and rambled nonsense.
Nolan Quinn’s eyes turned red: "Do you know anything? This prodigal has offended Leon Keane; if Mount Cygnus is done for, I’ll divorce you, and you two can go wherever you want."