Chapter 316: Chapter 316: Who Dared Touch My Woman?
Leo Griffin walked up to Leon’s mother.
"After all these years, how have you been?"
"Mm, and you?"
Leon’s mother quietly wiped away her tears. Looking at the man before her, actually in his fifties or sixties, he was well-maintained, with a rosy complexion like a man in his forties.
"I’m doing well too."
After speaking, Leo Griffin didn’t know what else to say to Leon’s mother.
In their youth, he and Leon’s mother were childhood sweethearts, a perfect match made in heaven. But then, for some reason, Leon’s mother married into the Kane family, and he married someone else.
It was fate without fortune.
"Mr. Griffin, the dean called, urging you to return quickly. There’s a surgery waiting for you at the hospital today," his assistant said after taking the call, running to remind Leo Griffin.
He didn’t want to disturb Mr. Griffin, but the dean had personally called to expedite things, and today, an influential person from Ravenswood was waiting for Mr. Griffin’s surgery.
Leo Griffin looked at Leon’s mother, seeing she had nothing to say to him. He dimly said, "Then I’ll be going."
Leon’s mother’s heart tightened, wanting to ask him to stay, but she had no reason to: "Alright."
Watching Leo Griffin’s departing back, Leon’s mother’s eyes welled up. She didn’t know why, but tears started flowing. Her marriage to Noel Kane was arranged by their families, and they didn’t like each other, but to satisfy their families, they stayed together and had Leon Keane.
After Leon Keane was born, she and Noel Kane separated.
Noel Kane went to find someone he loved, but she, bound by marriage, stayed with the Kane family to raise Leon Keane. She is a strong-willed woman, and even through hardships, she didn’t utter a word of complaint.
However, she didn’t expect that after so many years, upon seeing Leo Griffin again in her old age, she began to regret not insisting on being with Leo Griffin back then.
Missing out truly becomes a lifetime lament.
Auntie Chamberlain noticed Leon’s mother’s expression, surprisingly thinking: That old man named Griffin, could he be Leon’s mother’s old flame? The way she looked at him was the same way one looks at a lover. Wasn’t Leon’s dad being cuckolded?
The operating room.
Leon Keane stood beside the operating table, seeing Ivana Monroe with her eyes closed, her complexion frighteningly pale, as if drained of blood, weak to the extreme. His heart suddenly panicked severely, as if the most important thing in his life was about to be lost.
"Wife, I’m late."
Leon Keane bent down, his fingers trembling as he touched Ivana Monroe’s cheek. The warmth and elasticity of her small face comforted his unsettled heart. He lowered his head, gently pressing his forehead against hers, a drop of crystal-clear tear falling on Ivana Monroe’s eyelid.
Ivana Monroe seemed to hear someone speaking to her, but her eyelids were too heavy to open. The familiar scent of a man entered her nose, and in her muddled consciousness, Ivana fell into a deep sleep.
After a long while.
Leon Keane straightened, turned around, and two identical little boys were at his leg.
"Daddy."
Timmy Monroe’s eyes were red, filled with tears. He looked up at Leon Keane, his young face full of grievance.
Ian Keane showed no excess emotion on his face, his small face cold, seeming to accompany Timmy Monroe.
Leon Keane reached out, rubbing Timmy Monroe’s head: "Don’t be afraid. Daddy’s here. The grievances you and Mommy have suffered, Daddy will get back for you."
Timmy Monroe sniffled: "And brother, brother fell hard."
Ian Keane, with his small hand in his pocket, saw Timmy Monroe shedding tears and furrowed his small brows. What’s a fall for a man? His brother’s tears seemed a bit too much.
Ian Keane casually took out a clean handkerchief, wiping Timmy Monroe’s tears: "Brother doesn’t hurt, little brother doesn’t cry."
Leon Keane looked at Ian Keane with both admiration and pity, giving him an approving glance.
"Help... me, help... me."
On the ground tied, Leo Griffin had a bleeding shoulder, eyes seeing stars. Even if he was a criminal, shouldn’t he have been given first aid, stitches, before interrogation?
Why did no one care if he lived or died?
Suddenly.
A pair of extremely cold, extremely sharp eyes shot over.
Leo Griffin suddenly felt as if he were in an ice cellar, feeling so cold, just like the temperature in the air had plunged below zero.
Leo Griffin’s body curled into a ball on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.
Black, top-quality leather shoes stood by Leo Griffin’s face, Leon Keane’s cold gaze falling on his wounded arm, his expression darkening, wanting to stomp hard on it.
Earlier in Ivana Monroe’s hospital room for so long, he hadn’t heard a word about her foot needing surgery. So why was she in the operating room now?
What exactly did these two doctors plan to do to his woman?
"I’m asking you, who arranged for you to touch my woman?"
Leon Keane looked down at him as if looking at a bug.
"Help... help me..."
Leo Griffin’s vision blurred, unable to see Leon Keane’s face clearly. But that didn’t mean he didn’t know who was speaking to him?
Unable to respond to Leon Keane, Leo Griffin feigned ignorance due to his injury.
"The doctor is here, Mr. Kane. Seeing him like this, you won’t get any answers. Why not let the doctor sew up his wound, and we can question him when he’s better?"
"Mr. Kane, rest assured, the law won’t let a bad guy go unpunished."
The persuader was a police officer.
"That would work, I trust you guys."
Leon Keane smiled, catching the police officers by surprise.
Leon Keane’s gaze fell on Evan Reed, who was just waking up, pointing at him: "He seems alright now. You should take him back for questioning!"
Evan Reed, scared out of his mind, quickly explained: "It’s not me, it’s not me, it has nothing to do with me. It was Dr. Griffin. He pushed the patient into the operating room. When I arrived, he said the patient consented to the surgery, and there were fingerprints on the ’consent form.’"
The police grabbed Evan Reed: "Anything you need to say, say it at the station!"
Another officer spotted the ’consent form’ on a metal cabinet on site, raising a hand: "This is it, right? I’ll take it to the station."
The police took Evan Reed away.
Ivana Monroe was wheeled out of the operating room.
Leo Griffin replaced her on the cold operating table.
To suture the wound required anesthesia. As the doctor prepared the anesthetic for Leo Griffin, Leon Keane appeared beside him, a cold gun pressed against the doctor’s temple.
"Pre... President Kane... What are you doing?"
"No anesthesia. Stitch him up without anesthetic."
Leon Keane’s voice was ice-cold. He hadn’t forcefully stomped on Leo Griffin earlier in front of the police, waiting for this moment. He wanted this doctor who hurt his woman to suffer a greater punishment.
The operating doctor, extremely frightened and shaking all over, dared not defy Leon Keane.
"Alright."