Not twins novel (Natasha and Kenneth) novel Chapter 138

At night, when Kenneth walked out of the hospital, Fabian’s car was already waiting at the entrance.

Kenneth walked out proudly, dressed in an all-black attire that blended with the night.

Fabian was waiting in the car. When he saw Kenneth walking out, he immediately got out of the car and opened the door for him before going back into the car again.

Kenneth’s face still looked a little pale.

“Mr. Hamilton, is it okay for you to just come out like that?” Fabian sounded a little worried.

Kenneth raised his eyes and retorted, “Can you handle it yourself?”

Fabian kept quiet and immediately began driving.

In the back seat, Kenneth asked with a solemn expression, “How is he right now?”

“Fortunately, he was discovered in time. He should be fine now. But there is a possibility that he might try to commit suicide again,” Fabian said. “What a ruthless person he is. He wants to commit suicide after failing to take revenge. Gaston isn’t even bothered, but he’s kicking up such a big fuss!”

Whether he was alive or not didn’t matter to Kenneth. What was most important was him knowing the answer to his question.

After a forty-minute long drive, they finally arrived at a designated hospital.

There were a few police officers guarding the entrance.

Kenneth had informed Zeke about his arrival, so they got in without trouble.

The empty ward only had a bed and a simple table. There was also a surveillance camera in front of the bed.

Gary was lying on the bed, his face bruised and swollen. His hair was messy as usual, and he looked extremely pitiful. However, he didn’t look as vicious as that day. Instead, he looked rather pathetic.

Kenneth walked over to the side of his bed and stared at him coldly.

If it were a few years ago, he wouldn’t even have the chance to lie in this bed.

Gary’s eyes were closed. Upon hearing someone come in yet without making a sound for a long time, he opened his eyes out of curiosity. When he saw Kenneth standing before him, he immediately got jumpy.

“You!” Gary tried to move but was shackled, his cuffs clanking noisily against the bed.

Kenneth looked at him as though the latter was a pathetic little puppy, then flashed a smirk.

Seemingly triggered by the way Kenneth looked at him, Gary widened his eyes and said, “Kenneth, I won’t forgive you even if I die.”

“You believe in ghosts?” Kenneth asked.

Gary remained silent and continued to stare at him. Indeed, he didn’t believe in ghosts; it was just a figure of speech. However, that was the only way for him to express his hatred toward him.

“If you really do believe in ghosts, then bring it on! Haunt me!” Kenneth whispered in a hoarse and provocative voice.

Gary struggled again. He wished he could rush up to Kenneth and kill him. His eyes were filled with killing intent.

Kenneth looked at him and said, “I’m here to make a deal with you!”

Gary suddenly kept quiet and scoffed, “Deal? Give it up. I won’t tell you anything!”

“Don’t be rash and reject me just yet. You might even change your mind.”

Gary stared at him with an expression full of distaste.

“It’s easy. You just have to answer a few questions.”

Gary remained silent.