Sir, Madam Dispeared Again After Divorce! novel Chapter 1188

Julien and Zach trailed a man to the exclusive floor of the inpatient building at the James Hospital.

Once out of the elevator, the man halted. "Mr. Flint, I can't accompany you further. The person you seek is in that ward. You'll have to proceed alone."

"Go ahead." Julien dismissed him with a wave of his hand.

He understood why the man couldn't escort him further.

Dallin was to remain in Port City for a while, and the man had to keep an eye on Dallin.

If he led them to the ward, Dallin would see him.

That way he wouldn't be able to watch Dalli again.

That was why he couldn't continue to lead the way,

"Well then, see you around, Mr. Flint." The man bowed before entering the elevator.

Now that they had figured out Dallin's location, Zach took the lead, guiding Julien through the corridors.

Upon reaching the door to Dallin's ward, he paused. "Mr. Flint, here we are."

Julien didn't speak. He just narrowed his eyes and gazed at the closed door.

Behind it was his mortal enemy.

"Knock," he commanded, his voice as cold as ice.

Zach nodded and rapped on the door.

It was a blatant display of disrespect, but in their eyes, the person inside didn't deserve their courtesy.

Their visit was already considered an honor for Dallin.

In fact, they could have just battered down the door, regardless of the James family's reputation.

Inside the ward, Dallin was in the middle of having his wounds redressed by his assistant.

The sudden knock startled him, causing him to jerk and strain his wounds. He grunted in pain and turned even paler. A cold sweat immediately broke out on his forehead.

"Boss, are you alright?" Neil asked with concern.

Dallin couldn't respond because the pain was too intense. He clenched his teeth and shut his eyes, forcing himself to endure until the wave of agony passed.

Neil, seeing he could do nothing to help, quietly stood off to the side. He didn't dare utter a word, fearing that any sound might upset his boss.

After a while, the pain subsided a little, and Dallin heaved a sigh of relief.

His temples stopped throbbing, and his furrows were unknitted.

Dallin opened his eyes, sinking back against the pillow propped up at the head of the hospital bed. His brooding gaze fell on the door, and his voice was filled with resentment. "Go open the door. Let's see who is so rude to bang on my door. I'll ensure that his hands can't hold a fork."

"Yes, sir," Neil responded, swiftly moving toward the door.

As the door swung open, he prepared to give the intruder a piece of his mind.