When Deon learned that a helicopter had left the stable, he almost vomited blood.
Why didn't anyone tell him about the helicopter? If he had known in advance, wouldn't he have noticed that something was wrong?
Thinking of this, he was furious, but...
Looking at the emergency room not far away, he finally suppressed his irritation.
No matter what, he had no way to get there now. He could only pray that Jalen was dead. Otherwise, if Jalen didn't die, his father would be the one who would get into trouble in the end, which would piss him off.
Soon, the lights in the emergency room went out, and the doctor came out. "Sorry, we have tried our best."
"What did you say? You good-for-nothing!" When Deon heard this, he couldn't help rushing forward to hit the doctor.
"Bang!" It was the sound of Old Mr. Halton's cane hitting the ground. Deon had no choice but to endure it and did not dare to be presumptuous in front of his grandfather.