Chapter 312: Chapter 312: Elder Guo
Julia Sinclair blinked and took the apple, casually saying, "Huh? Sorry, I was just thinking about something, so I zoned out."
Julia spoke so matter-of-factly that she didn’t even need to explain. Shelton Hale, this fool, just believed her.
"Don’t think about those unhappy things."
"Okay."
Julia lowered her eyes, nibbling on the apple with her red lips, chewing slowly. To Shelton Hale, the sight was so delightful.
At this moment, Shelton Hale even felt a bit jealous of the apple in Julia’s hand. He wished he could become the apple, kissed by Julia’s red lips—even if swallowed, he would relish it.
Julia took two bites of the apple and then paused.
"Shelton, you seemed to say earlier that Ivana Monroe is in trouble this time. What happened?"
Shelton Hale snapped back to reality, secretly swallowing a bit. The way Julia ate the apple was too enticing. He swore to marry Julia and cherish her.
"Ivana Monroe will become a wreck starting today."
Speaking of Ivana Monroe, Shelton Hale gritted his teeth. His beloved Julia—he wouldn’t even dare to touch her—was ruthlessly pushed down the stairs by that bitch Ivana.
Julia’s heart skipped a beat. Seeing the coldness and resentment in Shelton Hale’s eyes, she realized perhaps Shelton Hale did something to Ivana Monroe?
Julia suddenly became excited. She kept her composure on the surface and asked nervously, "Shelton, why do you say that? Did Ivana’s injury not heal? It shouldn’t be! Mount Cygnus Hospital’s orthopedic doctors aren’t that bad."
Shelton Hale was thrilled to hear Julia calling him "Shelton" so intimately. He looked at Julia tenderly. Such a kind and gentle girl, how could Ivana bear to hurt her like this?
Even though Julia was harmed by Ivana, she was still thinking of Ivana.
Ivana Monroe truly deserves to die.
"Julia, you’re too kind. You shouldn’t be this kind. To someone who hurts you, you should return the favor and let them taste the pain."
"Huh? Shelton, what do you mean? Did you do something to Ivana..."
"Shelton, you can’t hurt Ivana. She didn’t do anything serious to me; she just gave me a slight push. Look, aren’t I fine, lying on the hospital bed? How can you make her a wreck?"
Julia seemed to be pleading for Ivana but, in reality, wasn’t she provoking Shelton Hale’s nerves? Reminding him that she’s lying on the hospital bed all because of Ivana.
The final sentence was even more intriguing. Julia was probing to see if Shelton Hale was doing what she suspected.
Shelton Hale, this fool, couldn’t hear it at all and kept insisting that Julia was kind-hearted.
"Ivana has already been pushed into the operating room. Even a deity can’t save her now. This is the price she has to pay. Julia, don’t interfere. You can’t save her; this is her retribution, a punishment she deserves."
Julia received confirmation and was thrilled. She didn’t expect Shelton Hale to help her this much.
Julia was overjoyed, eagerly anticipating Ivana becoming a wreck. Leon won’t like a wreck; how embarrassing!
The operating room.
Mrs. Kane arrived with bodyguards just as the police had cordoned off the area.
"What are you doing? My grandson is in there. Let me in."
Mrs. Kane’s eyes were swollen from crying. She was desperate to go in and rescue Ian Keane.
"Sorry, you can’t go in."
"Why not? My grandson is in there, facing a life-threatening situation. You police aren’t saving him and instead are blocking me? Who do you serve, exactly?"
Auntie Chamberlain heard Mrs. Kane’s voice and saw her arguing with the police. She rushed over.
"Ma’am, don’t get agitated. Calm down. Trust the officers; they’ll protect young Ian."
"Pfft~ Trust them? I’d rather trust myself."
Mrs. Kane turned to the bodyguards behind her and said, "You all rush in, get Ian out. If Ivana dares to stop you, beat her to a pulp."
The officer sternly warned, "You dare to break the law right in front of us?"
The bodyguards looked conflicted. Mrs. Kane was too arrogant. If they got caught, it wouldn’t be fun.
Mrs. Kane didn’t care, yelling, "Didn’t you hear? Whoever helps me get Ian out will be rewarded with five million."
"Heard it."
The bodyguards were invigorated, charging into the operating room without a thought. The police couldn’t stop them.
Mrs. Kane grabbed an officer’s arm: "Don’t worry about it. I’ll give each of you a hundred thousand if you just pretend not to see."
Officer: "..."
Seeing the officer unmoved, Mrs. Kane said, "Two hundred thousand."
The officer pushed Mrs. Kane away angrily, "Bribing law enforcement officers openly? You’ll be arrested."
Mrs. Kane didn’t care at all. Arrested? What a joke. These little brats had no idea who she was.
The bodyguards were trained. The three officers were no match for them.
They burst into the operating room, seeing Ivana Monroe on the floor, her ankle stained with blood. Two identical-looking little boys stood guard over her like little guardians.
The bodyguards hesitated—wasn’t young Ian supposedly in Ivana’s hands, in danger?
Young Ian didn’t look like he was in danger. Instead, he seemed to be protecting Ivana.
"Young Master Ian, madam is here..."
"Get out. None of you touch my mommy."
Ian Keane shouted furiously at the bodyguards.
He trusted no one—be it doctors, police, or the Kane family’s bodyguards.
The bodyguards were frightened by Ian Keane’s beast-like roar. They all knew about Ian’s condition. No one dared to provoke him.
The head bodyguard said, "Nobody move recklessly. President Kane just called me. If anyone dares to touch Ivana, they’re his enemy."
All the bodyguards shuddered at the words.
Not daring, not daring.
Even if Mrs. Kane offered five million, they wouldn’t dare touch Ivana. Offending President Kane—what good is money if you’re not alive to spend it?
At the operating room door, an elderly man happened to pass by.
"What’s happening inside?" the old man asked.
The officer, sporting black eyes from a beating, respectfully replied, "Mr. Guo, there’s a case of a patient kidnapping a doctor and the doctor performing illegal surgery on the patient."
The old man frowned, "The kidnapped doctor performing illegal surgery on the patient?"
What kind of operation is that?
The officer scratched his head, sheepishly saying, "The real situation isn’t clear. I don’t know who’s telling the truth and who’s lying."
The old man asked, "Can I go in and take a look?"
"This..."
"Maybe it can help you solve the case."
"Alright! Please, Mr. Guo."
The old man entered the operating room. The bodyguards wanted to drive him away when the police officer drew a gun and aimed it at a bodyguard’s head.