You're Out, Daddy novel (Natasha and Kenneth) novel Chapter 217

At night, when the doctor came on his rounds, Desmond asked, “How's the patient in Room 103 now, doctor?”

The matter about Lynch Corporation had been sensational recently, so everyone in the hospital knew about it. At the same time, they were also aware of his relationship with Erin.

Indeed, it was rather tragic.

Following that question, the doctor flashed him a smile and answered, “I was just planning to tell you the good news. Your lover might regain consciousness.”

Desmond was stunned for a moment, but he only froze for a few seconds as the doctor was around. He then queried with a smile, “Really?”

“Yeah! She inexplicably showed signs of improvement after someone came and visited her today. If her willpower is strong, she'll regain consciousness in the next few days. However, it's not definite, so further observation is required.”

“After someone came and visited her?” Desmond echoed, recalling the man who told him he was sick earlier in the day.

Could it be him?

The doctor nodded. “Yes. He was probably someone important or the like since he could spark her will to live. Actually, there have been similar precedents in the medical field. Many people would say something important to the patient or something that could trigger the patient's will to live. Anyway, it's a positive sign. Congratulations!”

Desmond chuckled, but his smile didn't reach his eyes.

He initially thought that the man was simply lying to him, but his confidence was gradually fading then.

After the doctor had left, he tossed and turned on the bed, unable to sleep. His mind was chock-filled with the possible scenes after Erin regained consciousness.

No, I can't allow it to happen! If she were to regain consciousness, I'd be doomed!

After turning it over in his mind, he sat up from the bed.

A glimmer of ruthlessness glinted in his eyes. Picking up his phone, he sent someone a message.

It read: Remember to leave no traces.

Having sent the message, he looked out the window, his gaze pitch-black.

This is all thanks to you, Kenneth! I'll definitely have you pay the price a thousand times overt

Upstairs, a man wearing a doctor's coat and a mask walked straight into Erin's room.

Upon entering the room, he immediately closed the door. With his eyes fixated on the person on the bed, he walked over.

“If you want someone to blame, blame it on your man!” After saying that, he took out a handkerchief and poured something on it before bringing it to Erin's face.

Just as his hands were about to come into contact with her nose and mouth, Erin opened her eyes without warning to stare right at him.

The man jumped in fright, but he no longer hesitated. He placed the handkerchief over her nose and mouth, smothering her mercilessly.

Ten minutes later, Desmond was still standing in front of the window.

His phone abruptly dinged, so he glanced over his shoulder at it.

As he gazed at it, he felt inexplicably conflicted.

He stared at it for a long time. In the end, he still walked over and picked up his phone, tapping a message open.

It read: It's done.

At the sight of those two words, Desmond's heartbeat accelerated considerably for no apparent reason. But at the same time, an indescribable sense of relief flooded him.

A while later, he replied: Got it.

On the heels of that, the other man texted: Where's the money ? When are you giving it to me ?

Desmond pondered for a while before answering: Tomorrow. I'll give it to you personally.

Another text came in: Can't you just wire it to me?

Desmond: It's better not to leave any evidence for certain things.

To which, the reply was: Okay. What's the time and venue?

Desmond deliberated for some time before sending the time and location over.

The man texted: I'll be waiting for you.