The Almighty Lord Caspian novel Chapter 652

"Let's call for an ambulance before we leave. We don't know how badly injured they are, and it's pouring right now. They'll die if they stay out here until tomorrow!" Sherry said.

"They deserved what they got. If we get an ambulance to come here, we'll only be exposing ourselves. Who cares if a bunch of punks like them die?" Tom refuted.

"I think Mom's right, Tom. If they die, you'll become a killer. Why don't you go to the authorities instead?

"They'll be more lenient on you for turning yourself in. Maybe you'll only get a light punishment," Cecilia suggested. She knew a thing or two about the law.

"What are you saying? They're the ones who knocked into you guys first. Everything I did was to protect you. That's called justifiable defense.

"They're the ones who committed a crime. Why should I turn myself in?" Tom said somewhat exasperatedly.

Why were they making him out to be a killer?

"This isn't the right place for us to talk about this. Let's just leave first," Miranda said.

She knew full well just how troublesome this situation was. It would be better if they left and discussed their next move at length.

"Well, let's go home first, then. We can take our time to discuss what we can do." Sherry agreed with a nod.

Tom brought Sherry's bicycle over.

Even though it got hit by a car, it was still functioning.

Two of them got into the sidecar, and all four of them hurried back home.

Once Tom and the others were gone, Blake's two lackeys exhaled in relief and hastily scrambled back on their feet.

"Blake!" they both shouted when they saw the motionless Blake.

Alas, he didn't respond.

"Is Blake dead?" one of the men, Uriah Larkin, exclaimed in a panic.

"That's impossible. Blake's just knocked out cold. Let's take him to the hospital now and get his injuries checked," the other man, Scott Corden, said.

"Why don't we call the authorities and get them to handle this? Don't they always say it's important to preserve the crime scene?" Uriah suggested.

"Why are you being so ridiculous? Why do you want to call the authorities?" Scott snapped.

He never realized how much of a fool Uriah was. Why did he suggest calling the authorities?

"What of it? How am I being ridiculous?" Uriah asked in confusion.

"If the authorities get here, they'll find out that Blake was driving under the influence. They'll also find out we hit someone. You sure you want the authorities to find out the truth?" Scott said.

"Does that mean we're just going to let them get away with what they did to Blake?" Uriah asked.

"Blake comes from a powerful background. I'm sure he can catch them," Scott said.

"Alright, then. We'll just take Blake to the hospital for a checkup," Uriah conceded.

"Well, don't just stand there! Help me!" Scott said.

The two men hauled Blake into the back seat of his Maybach.

Apart from a broken headlight, the Maybach was fully functioning.

Along the way, Scott instructed Uriah, "Call Mr. Jessop right away and tell him what happened to Blake."

"Got it. I'll do it right now," Uriah replied before making the call.

Fergus had just gotten home when he received the call from Uriah. After seeing who it was, he decided to take the call.