With a muffled “thump” sound, Sampson Herbert’s eyes widened, and he slowly turned around. In the
darkness, there was a tall figure shrouded by the streetlights. His coat fluttered wildly in the wind. He
stood still as if his feet were nailed on the ground. No matter how hard the wind blew, he didn’t falter.
He held a gun in his hand and looked arrogant.
Sampson’s eyes getting wider and more hideous. The corner of his mouth kept twitching, “You, you…”
Without the strength to support, his legs went limp, and he fell to his knees.
Dolores Flores saw him collapse in front of her.
She breathed a sigh of relief, and her body swayed in the wind. When she got back her senses, she
untied the belt that bound her hands. Then, she immediately went to hug Mrs. Leslie who had been
thrown on the ground, “Mrs. Leslie.”
Dolores went to check if she was still breathing. She was still alive.
“Grandma.” Armand Bernie rushed over. Dolores used her last strength to say, “Hurry up, get Mrs.
Leslie to the hospital.”
Armand glanced at her. He carried Mrs. Leslie to the car. He was worried about her, and he snapped at
the bodyguards,” Hurry up!”
When Dolores was trying to get herself up from the ground with one hand, someone suddenly clutched
her wrist. She could see a pair of polished leather shoes. As she gradually moved her gaze upward,
she saw a pair of slender legs and a chiseled face.
Matthew Nelson gently held her up. Dolores was lifted up and instantly fell into a strong, warm chest.
She raised her head. The wind was strong, and her long hair fluttered in the wind.
Matthew stroked a strand of hair from her forehead and placed it behind her ear.
Luckily, she overcame it. She smiled. Her eyes was beautiful, they looked so clear and pure, “It’s all
right, you came in the nick of time.”
His expression remained rigid after her words and became stiffer. He grabbed her over to him and
Dolores crashed into his arms.
Dolores had a vague sense that he was frustrated. As she tried to speak, she saw two bodyguards
approaching, who were carrying Sampson and then throwing him into the car.
Dolores had never seen Matthew look so violent. Her voice was a bit low. Instead of asking why he had
a gun, she asked a question she was more concerned about, “Will he die?”
Sampson was wrong and should be punished, but Matthew couldn’t punish him privately.
If Sampson died, Matthew would be against the law as well.
“I don’t know.” Yes, he didn’t know. When Matthew saw Sampson was choking her neck, Matthew had
lost his mind. He usually would deal with a proper way. But, this time, he was out of order.
Dolores sighed and wondered if Mrs. Leslie was okay.
“Let’s go back. I’m cold.” She took the initiative to wrap her arms around his waist.
Matthew pulled her into his coat and headed towards the car. The bodyguard opened the car door
respectfully. He held her in his arms and sat inside the car.
The car door was closed.
They didn’t talk on the way as if they had their own thoughts.
Dolores had not yet recovered from the terrible scene, while Matthew was still blaming himself. If he
had come late, would she have…
Soon, the car arrived at the hotel. Theresa Gordon had gone to the hospital. Mrs. Leslie was now in the
hospital and her situation was not yet known. As Armand’s wife, Theresa should have stayed in the
hospital.
“I didn’t expect this, it’s my fault.” Boyce Shawn said annoyingly.
If he had watched over Mrs. Leslie, such an accident wouldn’t have happened.
Indeed, he thought there should nothing dangerous as what could Sampson do alone? But he didn’t
expect that Sampson was carrying a bomb with him and had caused such big trouble.
“It was an accident,” Dolores said comfortingly.
“Both kids are in the room. I’ll deal with Sampson.” As Boyce just about to leave, he seemed to think of
something, and he looked at Matthew, “Where’s the gun?”
Boyce was equipped with a gun.
That was then Dolores realized that the gun Matthew had used belonged to Boyce.
There was a code on Boyce’s gun. If he lost it, he would be punished.
Matthew took the gun from his waist and gave it back to Boyce. Then, he passed him and went into the
house.
It was obvious that Matthew wasn’t in good mood. Boyce wanted to ask what happened to him.
Dolores stopped Boyce and shook her head at him, “He’s probably in a bad mood. You may go and try
to save him.”
Boyce nodded.
Dolores turned around and entered the house. She took off the coat she was wearing and hung it on
the coat rack. Matthew didn’t take off his coat and he went to hug Simona. Dolores walked over, “Take
off your coat.”
It was warm in the house. It would be hot if he was still wearing his coat in the house. He put down
Simona, shook his shoulders and the coat slipped off. Dolores took it, then she walked over to hang it
on the rack.
“Daddy, where have you been?” Simona asked coyly, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Matthew pinched her little nose, “Daddy was out for some matters.”
Simona leaned on his shoulder, buried her little face in his shoulder, and said with a muffled voice, “I
thought you were out on a date with mommy. Can you take me out with you next time you go out? I’m
bored staying in the room all day. When can we go back?”
Matthew stroked her back, “It’ll need to wait a little longer.”
Originally, they could have gone back after Sampson’s matter was over.
But now Mrs. Leslie had been sent to the hospital and her condition was unknown. They certainly
couldn’t leave now.
“So, daddy, can you spend more time with me?” She pouted and said, “I miss grandma.”
Matthew kissed Simona’s forehead and said, “I’ll always be with you from now on.”
Simona was so happy that she giggled and kissed him hard on his cheek. His face was covered with
her drool.
A smile finally appeared on his face when he saw that Simona was happy.
In the hospital.
Mrs. Leslie was sent into the examination room. Armand was worried and paced back and forth in the
corridor.
Theresa felt dizzy watching him pace around. She knew that he was worried and anxious. But pacing
around wasn’t going to help. She walked over and held his hand, “Don’t worry too much, grandma will
be fine.”
Armand gritted his teeth, “That Sampson son of bitch, I’m going to kill him…”
Theresa hurriedly covered his mouth. There were a lot of people around. If other people heard it, it
would give a bad impression, and they would think he was a bad person.
“I know you’re angry…”
“Can’t I be angry?” Armand shouted. After that, he realized he was too impulsive and he shouldn’t have
shouted at Theresa, “I’m sorry, I was too worried.”
He turned around and sat on the bench, covering his face with his hands, “She’s the only one I have in
my family, she’s very important to me.”
Theresa walked over and hugged him, “I know.”
He hugged Theresa and buried his face in her abdomen. Theresa was standing while he was sitting.
He said in a low and trembling voice, “My parents died young. She is the one who raised me. It was my
fault…”
Theresa stroked his head, “It’s not on you. No one expected it. It was an accident.”
Armand embraced her without saying a word.
The surroundings gradually quieted down.
After a while, the door of the examination room was opened. A nurse came out with a checklist in her
hand, “Is the patient’s family here?”
Armand stood up from the bench and walked over quickly. Theresa followed him. Their hands clasped
together as they feared bad news to come.
“How’s my grandmother?”
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