SWNOVELS Chapter 1541
Chapter 1541 No Longer Object
In his entire life, he had never been treated seriously by anyone. Now Marico looked at Marcellus, who was kneeling on the ground and hugging Beryl in grief, and the policemen who were rushing towards him He closed his eyes with satisfaction.
At 1:30 a.m., the hospital sent Beryl, who was covered in blood, to the hospital. Although she had simply stopped the bleeding on the way here, her clothes were still completely soaked.
Even the blue stretcher was full of her blood, and its original color could hardly be seen.
Marcellus watched as she was pushed into the emergency room. The nurse used a total of 2000ml of spare blood for emergency transfusions.
The lights on the wall of the corridor of the hospital lit up, illuminating her face with a red glow.
When Sir. Perkins heard the news. He was immediately rushed to the hospital. On the way here, his ears were full of the police chief's words.
The hostage had been successfully rescued, but in order to help Mr. Perkins block the knife, her current situation was not very optimistic. She had been sent to Lane's Hospital, and Mr. Perkins was not injured. Sir. Perkins had never wavered before. But He clenched his cane tightly when he heard that.
He had always been very against the attitude of Beryl. Because of the status of the Perkins Family and the identity of Marcellus, he didn't allow Marcellus to choose his own marriage and love.
Every major decision in Marcellus's life would play a decisive role in his future situation. The first thing Marcellus needed to consider was not love but interests.
However, after hearing the news, Sir. Perkins heaved a sigh of relief. At the same time, he suddenly realized that Marcellus might not let go of that girl.
This time, Sir. Perkins sent the message to Marcellus's enemy. If there was a next time, Marcellus would definitely go crazy. No one knew what would happen at that time.
Sir. Perkins had thought that for the sake of Marcellus, he would also make Beryl disappear from Marcellus's side, but now he did not dare to make a move.
Marcellus was a bloodthirsty man. If Sir. Perkins really angered Marcellus; Marcellus would not hesitate to do anything.
It was the same for Sir. Perkins.
When the car arrived at the hospital, Beryl was still in the emergency room. Marcellus was alone in the cold corridor.
He leaned against the wall with a cigarette in his hand. Some nurses saw him coming and going, but no one dared to say anything. The man was stained with a large amount of blood, and his hair hung down, making it impossible to see his face clearly, but his cold aura made people shiver.
Sir. Perkins looked at him from a distance and then slowly walked up to him.
Marcellus's gaze did not change at all, as if he did not see him. It was not until Sir. Perkins asked, "How is it going?"
Hearing the voice, Marcellus walked out of the world he was immersed in. He threw the cigarette in his hand to the ground and put it out. "I won't let anything happen to her. You'd better give up."
Marcellus naturally thought that the information that Sir. Perkins wanted the result of the ineffective rescue of Beryl.
Sir. Perkins had an ugly expression on his face. He hesitated for a long time before saying, "I heard that she took a knife for you."
Marcellus's lips curled into a smile. His heart ached his mockery, his pity. All of his emotions melted at the corner of his silent mouth.
After a long silence, the atmosphere
was suffocating. Even Sir. Perkins
felt a little breathless. He stood up
with the help of the butler. When he turned around and was about to leave, he said, "If this child can survive, I will no longer object to you being together."