Twins in Her Womb (Bianca and Luke Crawford novel) novel Chapter 3193

Amur nodded and rose to his feet.

He did not expect Gerald to cause such trouble for the police station all by himself.

"Gerald should lay low for a while. His actions weren't discreet as surveillance cameras were watching him. He shouldn't stir up more trouble," advised Amur. He never imagined that Gerald would go to such lengths to ensure the demise of Jacob and Harold.

Even though the drugs would only give the police diarrhea if consumed, the more they ate, the worse the outcome would be.

With all the ingredients tainted, it was a game of chance to see who would be unlucky enough to consume more.

However, this did not concern him much. It was just that the situation had escalated greatly, and the police would surely investigate. Gerald would be a prime suspect.

It was only because Gerald barely scraped by and managed to reclaim his life that Amur felt the need to caution him like that.

"I know. This incident has grown out of proportion. Even if he manages to save his life, it depends on whether the police will investigate him. If he's lucky, the mission will be considered complete. If not, he'll have to fend for himself," replied Phil.

The door was closed, but Phil's voice carried into the room.

He did not care whether Gerald heard him or not.

He guessed that Gerald was probably in too much pain to pay attention to his words.

Amur glanced at the time and got ready to leave.

As Phil saw him pick up his bag, he asked, "Leaving already?"

"I have to go to the hospital to check if those two are beyond saving," replied Amur.

"Alright, go ahead. If there's still a chance to save them, he'll fail his mission and you'll have to deal with him,” said Phil, pointing at the room behind him.

The sound of Gerald's agonized groans echoed again.

However, neither Amur nor Phil showed any sympathy. After all, Gerald had brought this upon himself.

Nobody forced him to join the Island of Despair.

Now that he had joined, he could not blame them for what they did to him. If anyone was to blame, it was himself for not being clever enough or as ruthless as others.

"Okay," said Amur. He carried his bag and left.

He came downstairs. Only one man remained at the door, guarding the place. Amur figured the others had gone to eat.

The man saw him come down and raised an eyebrow, asking, "Leaving?"

Amur did not respond. Besides conversing briefly with the man upstairs, he had nothing to say to the others. Hence, he pushed the door open and left right away.

The man watched him leave from behind. He kicked the door shut and cursed, “What's with the attitude? You think you're all that, huh? If your mission flops one day, we might just have to get rid of you ourselves!"

The door closed, but Amur's hearing was sharp. He had not gone far, so he could still hear the man's words.

He could not be bothered to turn back and confront the man.

Amur started his car engine, getting ready to head to the hospital.

He had no idea which hospital the police had taken Jacob and Harold to, but since they were picked up by an ambulance, it had to be a hospital near the police station.

After finding a hospital near the police station, Amur navigated his way there.

Before reaching the hospital, Amur received a call from Luca. He answered the call without a second thought.

"Amur." Luca's voice came through the phone, carrying a hint of worry.

With this in mind, she reminded him again, "You don’t have to be tough in everything you do, do you hear me?"

"Okay. Talk to you later. I have another call coming in," Amur felt irritated and hung up after saying that.

He did not actually have another call coming in.

However, when he heard Luca's tone which sounded like an elder sister reminding a younger brother, it made him feel uncomfortable.

Why did she always speak to him as if he was her younger brother? They did not have a big age gap between them.

She had changed her identity and even her appearance, but she was still entangled with Luke...

Amur could not understand. Not wanting to hear Luca's nagging anymore, he hung up the phone.

The road was clear, and he was feeling agitated, so Amur decided to step on the accelerator pedal hard. The car surged forward. His driving skills were good, so he was safe on the road.

When he arrived at the hospital, he knew the method he should employ to find out the information he needed. It did not take long before he heard the news about Jacob Cook in the emergency room from another patient.

The two targets were in bad shape even before they were brought to the hospital. They kept vomiting and had red rashes on their bodies. Their overall condition was very poor.

The distance from the hospital to the police station was only about ten minutes, but in that brief span, they had already stopped breathing by the time they arrived at the hospital.

Now, the hospital staff were tidying up after the two, especially considering the gruesome state Jacob and Harold were in.

The patient recalled that when the two were brought in, they were not covered with white sheets. They could clearly see the blisters on their faces. Their exposed skin was also covered in sores that emitted a foul odor.

After telling Amur about this, the patient asked, "You seem very curious about them. Are you a relative of the patients? But that doesn't seem right either. You're a foreigner, and although their faces looked terrible, I could tell they were locals. Who are you, and why are you so curious about this matter?"

"Oh, I'm a journalist." Amur pulled out a forged press pass from his pocket. "Someone tipped me off that something happened here related to the police station, so I came to check it out."