Exposing the Charade of Deep Affection (PDF) novel Chapter 73

Chapter 73 Saying Goodbye to Ashley 

Looking at the embarrassed appearance of Dr. Samuel, for a few seconds, I wanted to strangle this man. For two million, he could casually ruin a life. 

Utterly despicable. 

Suppressing the anger in my chest, I took a slight breath and asked, “Was the person who picked you up before arranged by Ryan?” 

The incident happened suddenly, he probably wouldn’t have been able to find someone to meet him for a while, unless someone had arranged it for him in advance. 

He nodded, “I called him, and he told me to take the money and run away immediately.” 

“Do you have his contact information?” I approached him, seeing a glimmer of hope. If I could find Ryan through Dr. Samuel, it would be somewhat of a gain. 

“I had dialed his contact number, but it’s already unreachable,” Alexander began. “Ryan is quite cautious. He knew to destroy his phone right after the incident.” 

I pursed my lips, feeling a bit upset, and looked at Dr. Samuel, asking, “Where were you the last time you contacted Ryan?” 

Dr. Samuel shook his head, knowing nothing when asked. 

After all that effort, I surprisingly found no information at all, which was somewhat frustrating for me. 

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It seemed like there was nothing more to ask. I turned to Alexander and said, “Let’s hand him over to the police!” 

Alexander nodded, took out his phone to make a call. Walter, who had been silent all along, stared at Dr. Samuel for a while. It was unclear what anomaly he had discovered, as he slightly squinted his dark eyes. 

He took the small knife from Alexander, walked over to Dr. Samuel, half-squatted in front of him, raised an eyebrow and said, “Do you want to tell me yourself, or should I help you?” 

Saying this, he suddenly slashed at the back of Dr. Samuel’s hand with the tip of his knife. Dr. Samuel, in pain, tried to withdraw his hand, but it was stepped on by him. For a moment, Dr. Samuel’s screams, like those of a pig being slaughtered, echoed in the empty place. 

“You are committing murder, this is illegal… Ah!” Accompanied by Dr. Samuel’s pig-slaughtering scream, Walter once again plunged the knife deeper. 

He toyed with the object in his hand, admiring the bright red blood of Dr. Samuel, his expression indifferent as he casually said, “It’s fine if you don’t want to talk. I can still explain to the police after crippling one of your hands.” With that, he prepared to exert more force. 

Seeing him come again, Dr. Samuel screamed in fright, “I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you, I know where Ryan is. He’s at the Chesterburg casino. He mentioned it when he called me before, seemed like he was having fun there.” After saying this, he was in so much pain that he begged, “I’ve told you everything I know, please let me go!” 

Seeing that he had said all that needed to be said, Walter pulled out a small knife and threw it to Alexander, glancing at me and saying, “Did you hear that?” 

I nodded, of course I heard it, I’m not deaf. 

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He raised an eyebrow, didn’t say much, glanced at Alexander and said, “Hand the person over to the police, we have things to do, we’re 

leaving first.” 

Before Alexander could speak, Walter had already pulled me out of the factory. I struggled a bit, but there was a limit to the strength difference between men and women, and I couldn’t resist him. I was still pulled into the car by him. 

This person never asked for others’ opinions when doing things. Sitting in the car, I felt displeased and simply kept silent all the way. 

Once we entered the city, I noticed that his car was not heading towards the Conner family’s place. I furrowed my brows and said, “Please pull over to the side of the road.” 

The person completely ignored me, didn’t even glance at me. 

Instead of continuing, he parked the car directly in front of the hospital. I couldn’t help but feel a bit puzzled, frowning and asking, “Why are we at the hospital?” 

He didn’t respond to me, pulled me out of the car, and took me to the surgical department. 

When I arrived at the doctor’s office, I realized that he had brought me here to treat the wound on my leg. It wasn’t serious. After the doctor cleaned the blood, he looked at the scar that had already started to scab over, a bit speechless. However, he still bandaged me up with good manners, and also reminded me not to get it wet and to eat less spicy food. 

After leaving the hospital, it was already dark. I was preparing to take a taxi back to the Conner family, but I was stopped by Walter.