The police arrived swiftly. Oscar seemed to know what the outcome would be, or perhaps he had long anticipated it, so he didn't resist and just waited for the police to handcuff him.
But before leaving, he laughed again as he passed by Alex and Candice. "The Elysians are nothing. Daniel is a scumbag, and you're an idiot!"
In his laughter, there was both the gratification of revenge and an inexplicable sense of desolation, but more than anything, there was hatred toward the Elysians.
Alex was eventually taken to the hospital.
The rooftop Oscar had chosen was originally part of an abandoned factory, with many sharp steel scraps, broken glass, and gravel scattered everywhere.
As Alex shielded Candice and rolled across the floor, his back was scratched by the scraps, leaving many wounds. The steel fragments were embedded in his flesh, resulting in a bloody mess.
Candice recalled the moment when Alex's face turned pale as she tried to pull him up and felt a dull pain in her heart.
"I advise you to bandage your wounds as well. Otherwise, after Lex comes out of the surgery room, he'll have to endure his own injuries to take care of you." Sieg's indifferent voice rang out nearby, bringing Candice's thoughts back from the rooftop.
The smell of hospital disinfectant stung Candice's nose as she looked at her wrists. Although Alex had shielded her for the most part, she couldn't have escaped unscathed, especially since she had been tied up with ropes when she fell.
Candice wasn't in great shape. She was covered in mud stains, and her wrists were scraped and swollen, looking quite frightening.
She remained silent for a moment, her throat still sore and her head heavy. Candice parted her dry lips and hoarsely thanked Sieg.
Sieg had brought the police to the scene. He promptly called them after Alex left, then somehow contacted Alex and followed his car with the police.
Sieg scoffed. "I don’t care whether you live or die. I'm just worried about Lex."
"Oh, by the way…" Sieg scratched his head absentmindedly. "When I came, I asked your nanny to help take care of your daughter. I also contacted Yana last night; she should be coming over today."
Recalling the time spent tormented by that little troublemaker, Sieg was still somewhat upset. "Your daughter is just like you; she’s very unlikable."
Candice didn't say anything, as she was too weak.
She hadn't eaten or drunk anything since yesterday afternoon, and her mind had been tightly wound.
She looked at the lit-up operating room sign in front of her while gritting her teeth to keep herself from collapsing.
Her mind kept flashing back to the moment when Alex signed the contract without hesitation and then kneeled before her. She couldn’t help but recall him smiling at her with a pale face while lying on the ground.
Candice felt like her head was about to explode.
A particularly uncomfortable and indescribable emotion surged through her body. The surge of emotions invaded her bones, causing her to feel numb and suffocated, but she couldn't get rid of that feeling.
Alex's surgery lasted for three hours, during which a nurse came out once.
Sieg inquired about the situation, and the nurse explained that because there were tiny fragments embedded, they needed to be carefully removed to avoid complications. Hence, a thorough examination was necessary, as leaving such fragments in the body could lead to more trouble.
After Alex came out of the operating room, he also needed to be observed in the ICU overnight because the foreign objects might carry viruses or cause infection.
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