With that, he left while Kristie remained standing there in a daze.
Did that old dude actually touch me?
Recalling she was still in the corridor outside the wards, Kristie suppressed her urge to scream and glared daggers in Samson’s direction. How I wish I can kill him by just staring at him.
In the end, Kristie went back to the ward to keep Rayna company while mindlessly playing a mobile game on her phone.
After a long time, the door to the ward was kicked open.
Shocked, Kr
“You call me so affectionately, yet you sided with an outsider by bringing Rayna to look for her at my place?” Wyatt grabbed Kristie’s arm tightly, his gaze terrifying.
“Ow! Ow!” The pain brought tears to Kristie’s eyes, and she wailed, “How is this called siding with an outsider? You know what you did!”
Wyatt hissed through gritted teeth, “Where did you take her to?”
“I don’t know!”
Wyatt was so furious that he called out her full name, “Kristie Winton! Don’t make me hit you!”
His blood was boiling with anger.
He never expected Rayna would take Jessica away when he was out settling some matters. After all, he had just captured the latter. On top of that, Kristie was the one who assisted them.
“Go on, then! Hit me!” Kristie moved her face closer, casting him a disappointed gaze. “Wyatt, look at what has become of you now. You’re emotionally unstable and vicious. What other things can you not do? You’ll definitely torture Jessica if she stays with you.”
Hearing that, Wyatt pulled her toward him and growled coldly, “What I’ve become is none of your business. You have no right to interfere with our matters. I want to torture her!”
Kristie scolded, “Rayna’s right. You’re a jerk. I won’t tell you where Jessica went, even if I knew. So, just give up already. You’re not good enough for her.”
Wyatt’s gaze darkened, and he raised his arm.
Just then, a figure approached and grabbed Wyatt’s arm, restraining the latter’s movements.
Wyatt’s expression grew colder when he noticed the interrupter was a middle-aged man. “Let her go! I’m here to protect Ms. Winton under Mr. Faymon’s orders. Hit her and I’ll make sure you’ll end up in the operating room,” warned Samson as he gripped the former’s hand and glared daggers at him.
A sneer spread over Wyatt’s face while he used the other hand to loosen his tie. “Are you threatening me?”
“Enough! Don’t fight! We’re in a ward, for goodness’ sake. What if you accidentally hurt Rayna?” Kristie grabbed Samson’s arm for fear that they might start fighting.
She then whispered to Samson, “Wyatt’s extremely ruthless when it comes to fighting others. You’re no match for him. Just apologize, okay?”
“Are you worried I might lose?”
“I’m not because I know you will,” said Kristie. She then turned to Wyatt and said submissively, “Let’s talk outside, Wyatt. I’ll tell you where she went.”
Rayna’s settled everything, anyway. Wyatt won’t be able to find her, even if he went there.
Only then did the hostile aura around Wyatt reduce a little.
Just as he was about to take Kristie out of the room, his phone rang. His expression grew colder when he saw who the caller was.
Though feeling reluctant, he still answered it. “Hello, Rafael.”
With that, he fell into a long silence.
After listening to what the caller had to say, Wyatt frowned, looking quite furious. Nonetheless, he only said, “I understand. I’ll go there now.”
He then hung up and shot Kristie a glare before leaving.
Kristie was befuddled by his sudden departure. She could not help but mutter to herself, “Huh? Didn’t he say he wanted to find out Jessica’s whereabouts? Why did he leave?”
Samson locked the ward door and opened the takeout container for lunch. Immediately, a delicious aroma permeated the room.
“That smells good!” Kristie was attracted by the aroma. When she saw Samson opening the covers, her eyes lit up at the sight of the dishes, and her stomach growled louder.
“Finish them,” said Samson while handing her a fork.
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