Tom knew Toby was impatient to continue with this, so he stopped messing with Xander. His face fell and he put on an emotionless visage that looked identical to Toby's.
Following that, he walked forward and used his height to his advantage before bumping into Xander's shoulder.
As Xander was thin, weak, and shorter than Tom by half a head, he naturally could not stand up to Tom's push.
Therefore, Xander staggered from Tom's push and took a step back. Then, he hit the wall behind him, which cleared a path for Toby and Tom.
When the man who was on the bed inside the ward saw Connor crash into the wall, his face paled as he boomed, "What's happening?"
He ordered Xander to open the door to see who was banging on the door.
Yet, it had been a long while without any report from him. Instead, what Connor saw was his little assistant retreating to the wall with a disbelieving expression while holding onto his shoulder.
Only then did Connor understand that his assistant did not retreat but was shoved to the wall.
As for who did it, Connor could not see anything yet, so he did not know who it was.
However, there was one thing he was sure about. The intruders didn't come in peace!
Connor was seriously injured and could not move; even the slightest movement could pull one of his injuries and he would sweat bullets in pain.
Therefore, he could not budge an inch nor dare to get out of bed to see who it was.
He could only sit in bed with his hands clenched while glaring in the direction of the door with a vicious gaze, waiting for the intruder to come in.
Since the intruder dared to bang on the door and push his assistant, that meant his assistant had tried to stop the intruder from entering, which was why the intruder pushed Xander.
That also meant that the intruder would certainly come in and he would soon know who it was.
Of course, before he knew who it was, he had to keep his guard. That was because he guessed that the person coming in might be in the same group as the people that beat him up.
Still, he did not know who beat him up. Although Xander had been investigating this matter, Seafield was not their turf and he did not bring many men with him, so it was nearly impossible to find out who beat him up in a short amount of time. In other words, it would take at least two to three days.
So, it would not be too bad of a situation if the intruder was one of the people who beat him up back then and came here to finish the job.
At least that way, he would be able to know who had beat him to a pulp! If they came out of this situation alive, he would get his revenge!
As he thought of that, he heard two sets of clear footsteps. It was the sound of leather shoes tapping against the ground. It was also those sounds that interrupted the resentful thoughts in Connor's mind and made him raise his head to look in the direction of the footsteps.
When he saw who was walking over, he was first stunned. Then, he felt terrified and began to tremble. "Why are you here?"
Never would he have expected that the intruders were Toby and his assistant, and not the people who beat him up.
Wait.
Why can't his men be the ones who beat me up?
Since his arrival at Seafield, he had almost never stepped a foot out of the hotel. Even if he did, it was all for personal matters and he did not contact anyone.
Hence, he only had one enemy in the entire Seafield—Toby Fuller. If so, why could it not be Toby who ordered someone to beat him up?
Thinking of that, Connor thought that there was a high possibility that his guess was right. Therefore, the gaze he was shooting at Toby became grimmer.
"Toby Fuller! It was you!" With his good hand left pointed at Toby's face, Connor accused him.
Toby stopped beside the hospital bed and narrowed his eyes. "What are you talking about?"
"Stop pretending." While putting down his hand, Connor screamed with a vicious expression, "Did you do this to me?!"
Connor, at this moment, resembled a devil. His face was terrifying, and gone was the usual gentleness and elegance he had despite being elderly.
It was clear how good he was at pretending.
A real gentle and elegant person would become even more so as they aged. Their demeanor would become more subtle and their attitude would become better as well, which was the opposite of how Connor was. In reality, Connor would take off his amiable mask whenever something bad happened and reveal his true self, who was an aggressive and vicious man.
I wonder if this old fellow ever felt tired of pretending for so many years. Tom stood behind Toby and wondered with pursed lips.
Meanwhile, Toby did not answer Connor's question and merely waved behind him.
Nodding in acknowledgment, Tom looked around, found an empty chair, and went over to get it.
Xander noticed Tom's intentions and his glasses reflected the light while a trace of wickedness flashed across his eyes. Then, he went over and sat on the chair to stop Tom from taking it.
Perhaps Xander was too confident in his plan because he did not even try to hide his hostility.
Seeming to have sensed Xander's plan, Tom sneered and slowly extended one of his legs.
As Xander only had eyes on the chair, he did not notice Tom's actions and where his feet were going.
Therefore, his feet got caught by Tom's legs and he fell flat on the floor, hitting his head and letting out a painful howl.
"What's the matter?" Connor could not be bothered with Toby and quickly went to check on his assistant.
What he saw was Xander rolling on the ground while having his hands around his head. His haggard appearance made Connor feel angry.
Pathetic!
How can he act like that? Is he trying to humiliate me before Toby Fuller?
Connor looked at his assistant without a trace of worry on his face; instead, he felt disgusted.
Although he did not see how Xander fell, he knew that his assistant had made a fool of himself before his enemy. If that was it, was that not letting Toby have a chance to mock and humiliate him?
The more Connor thought about it, the colder he gazed at Xander. His eyes were so icy that they seemed frozen, which was terrifying.
Meanwhile, Toby watched Connor's reaction from the side and looked at Xander, who was rolling on the ground in pain without noticing the disdainful gaze Connor was casting at him. An unnoticeable scheming glint appeared in his eyes, but it disappeared quickly.
"Oh, my. Mr. Little, are you alright? How did you fall on your own? Looking at your forehead, I think it was quite a serious fall. Why else would you still be on the ground? Come, I'm a good samaritan, so let me help you to your feet." With a smile, Tom looked at Xander and held out his hand to help Xander up.
Hearing the lies coming from Tom's mouth, Xander was so pissed that he almost passed out.
What did he mean by falling on my own?
It was he who stretched out his leg to trip me!!!
Now that I fell to the ground, that Brown fellow twisted the truth and said I fell on my own.
How could a person be that shameless?
Slap!
Xander slapped Tom's hand away while roaring, "Scram! Who wants your help? It was clearly you—"
"That's enough!" Connor could not stand watching Xander's dumb behaviour anymore. He stared at Xander with his vicious eyes and spoke in a voice that was as cold as ice, "You. Get out. Now!"
He was afraid that if Xander stayed, he would do more embarrassing things and humiliate him with no limits!
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