Savage Love On His Wheelchair novel Chapter 984

"Mr. Grant, what's wrong with you?"

Keswick walked in to see Wilson's pale face, beads of sweat kept dripping from his forehead, and his expression was painful.

Hastily grabbing his hand, once he took his pulse, Keswick's face turned ugly and said, "How could this happen? You've obviously taken the medicine I gave you, why are you still poisoned?"

"Who gave you your medicine?"

If there is no problem with the medicine, then someone has deliberately switched her medicine.

"This medicine was given to me by Mr. Solar, and this person has been following Mr. Solar for no shorter time than we have, so there is absolutely nothing wrong with this medicine!"

"If that person is not a problem, it is to have someone tampered with during the production process, so it can be seen that that person is familiar with all my movements so to speak."

They went abroad this time, except for a few people they trust the most, the other people do not know.

Thinking about it, Wilson could not help but think of the black figure, and the bigger the suspicion in his heart.

"Mr. Grant, you mean to tell me that that man could be Mr. Solar's man, don't you?"

If that's the case, won't the other party also go after Mr. Solar?

The thought of Robin being in danger made Keswick's heart tense.

"These are just my guesses, and I don't have any evidence to prove it, but ......"

"Wilson turned his head and whispered something in Keswick's ear, and Keswick nodded.

"Mr. Grant, I'm sorry! I really didn't expect the medicine I brought you to be tampered with, and now the toxicity has started to enter your internal organs, do you have anything else to say?"

Keswick looked at Wilson and tears fell silently.

Wilson hands expression pain, eyes darkened, voice weak, "I do not ask for anything, I just want to see Rosemary one last time."

"Okay, I promise you that I will find The Great Young Lady, wait for me here and I will go find her for you right now!"

Wiping the tears from his face, Keswick stood up with his pistol and turned to disappear into the darkness.

"I never thought that you, Mr. Grant, would have your day!"

A man in black came out from behind a large tree and looked at Wilson, who was lying on the ground dying, with a smug smile on his face.

Wilson raised his head, when faced with the familiar face of the other side, his eyes were all appallingly cold, staring coldly at the man in front of him, how he did not expect that the person behind him who wanted to put him to death was actually him.

"Why?"