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Chapter 497 He Simply Wanted Him Dead

I held his hand, placing it on my cheek. I dared not cry, fearing it would hurt him.

He opened his mouth, bit his pale lips, and asked hoarsely, "Have you been okay these past few days?"

I nodded, watching him force a smile through his discomfort, "I'm fine, safe and sound, but you, you seem not so good."

He tugged slightly at his lips, as if wanting to smile, but perhaps due to prolonged torment, he appeared somewhat awkward.

Seeing him like this, the pain in my heart intensified. I couldn't help but say, "Walter, you're really stupid." To let oneself be manipulated like this for no reason, isn't that stupidity?

He still grinned lightly, saying, "Hmm, I'm stupid."

This person...

I sat with him and chatted for a while, he was really weak. Not long after, he fell asleep again, his hands and body would twitch from time to time. When he was awake, I could clearly notice that he was trying hard to suppress these nervous twitches, but how could this be something he could control.

I knew he didn't want me to see him like this, so, from beginning to end, I pretended not to notice his twitching and calmly chatted with him.

After tucking him in, I left the sickroom. It was already dawn, and the hospital corridor was also lit up. The family members who had stayed

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overnight in the hospital were all up and moving around in the corridor.

Odin and Stanley sat on the lounge chairs, both looking a bit off-color, caused by lack of rest.

Upon hearing the noise from Walter's ward, both of them unanimously turned to look at me.

I looked at Odin and said, "He woke up for a few minutes just now, but he's asleep again. Will the doctor come to check on him later?" Odin nodded, "Hmm." He paused before saying, "I'll go in and take a look."

I nodded slightly, watching Odin enter the ward, then turned to Stanley, "Officer Lu, can we talk alone?"

Stanley nodded.

Sitting on the lounge chair in the hallway, I didn't have any extra words. I spoke directly, "Ezra and his crew might make a deal tonight."

He paused for a moment, then looked at me, frowning, "What did you say?"

I wasn't sure about Ezra's exact itinerary, but I still relayed the information I had gathered over the past few days to him. I paused before saying, "I've sent a message to Walter using Ezra's phone. Can you locate Ezra based on the phone number?"

Stanley paused slightly, frowning, "The current technology of the police can only track the location during a call. If you have a phone number, you can try to call Ezra, and then we can pinpoint his location." I nodded, paused for a moment, and asked, "How is Walter doing

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now? His hand has been twitching, shaking most of the time, and it's frighteningly cold."

He pondered for a moment, seemingly trying to lighten his words, "His nervous system has suffered varying degrees of damage, which might have some impact in the future, Ms. Conner, you..." What do you mean it might have a little impact? I'm not a fool. I clearly understood the effects of injecting a large amount of high-

concentration Venom Rose into a normal person's body.

In Walter's case, all the injuries were almost irreversible, let alone, he also suffered internal injuries at the border. No matter how strong his body was, after all, he was a flesh and blood human being. "Ezra was determined to kill him this time," I bit my lip hard, took a deep breath, and said to Stanley, "I'm going to find Walter's phone." At that moment, I didn't want to wait even half a second. As long as it could kill Ezra, I was willing to do anything.

After speaking, I entered Walter's ward. Odin was tidying up the clutter on Walter's bedside table. When he saw my upset expression as I walked in, he paused, hesitating before asking, "Madam, what's wrong?"

I looked around, but didn't see Walter's phone. I paused for a moment, then turned to Odin and asked, "Do you know where Walter's phone is? I need to use it."

Odin thought for a moment and said, "It seems that Ms. Knight took it, saying it was out of power. She took it home to charge it and brought it over today." Marjorie?

What did she do with Walter's phone?

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I pursed my lips, furrowed my brows, and felt a sense of displeasure unconsciously. Once a person has a bias against another, it's hard to treat them fairly. That's how I felt about Marjorie. Even if she didn't have any ill intentions, I always found myself disliking what she did.

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