My dear lawyer

"John, help me ask about Roe's condition and prepare a car. We're ready to leave." Vivian was worried about Roe, but she didn't dare to relax. John nodded and walked toward the operating room. Meanwhile, he was amazed by her sudden change. He had never seen this side of her before.

From this incident, John also realized that reasoning couldn't solve any problem. Sometimes, only violence could protect the people he wanted to protect better. "Vivian, release me now." Angie clutched her fists and stiffened her body, afraid that the wound on her neck would become deeper if she moved.

Vivian, who was regarded to be weak, taught Angie a lesson that even a cornered beast would do something desperate. Angie admitted this failure.

Ignoring Angie, Vivian stared at Lyle warily, because she knew that Angie couldn't have such a troop without this man.

"Miss Vivian, you seem to be mad." Lyle was still in the mood to chat with Vivian, as if he was here for a vacation, not to kill.

He always kept his word. Since Angie loved fun, he could tease this mouse for her.

Vivian pursed her lips. She was desperate to stab this man. She didn't care about her own life. But the child was her weakness. She would fight those who dared to hurt her child till death. Soon, John walked out of the operating room and nodded to Vivian. "Roe is fine."

Hearing that, Vivian still didn't dare to relax. She intended to ask more about Roe's surgery but stopped, when she saw John blink at her.

It wasn't suitable to talk about Roe's condition in front of Angie and Lyle.

"Can we go now?" The hospital wasn't safe now. She must transfer Roe to another place first.

John nodded. "Sure. I've arranged a car. The doctors have agreed to transfer Roe together."

"OK." Vivian regained her strength and ordered coldly, "Get up. Let's leave first."

"Vivian, enough! I've agreed to all your requirements. Release me," Angie gnashed. If her gaze could kill people, Vivian would have been dead several times.

But Vivian didn't care. After Angie committed such a sin, her heart was filled with rage and hatred. "Get up."

Feeling the knife move closer at once, Angie didn't dare to argue with Vivian, bore her grudge, and stood up obediently.

"Mr. Lyle, please go with us." Vivian's white and tender face was already swollen and unrecognizable. With an impassive expression, she was somewhat fierce.

When she wasn't afraid of death, no one could threaten her.

Lyle's eyes clouded. He said with a smile, not like a ruthless, bloodthirsty killer at all, "Miss Vivian, please lead the way."

John ordered his reminding men to drag the corpses in the corridor aside and escorted a stretcher out of the operating room.

Lyle was a well-deserved top killer. Before he entered the hospital, he had let his gang lock down the entire outpatient building. No matter how fierce they shot inside, the outside was tranquil.

Until the patients and their families saw that a juried woman placed a knife on another woman's neck, they realized a fight occurred in the hospital. They all huddled against walls, bent their heads, and didn't dare to peek. Luckily, Lyle kept his words. There was no ambush on the way. As soon as they went out, the car arranged by John arrived.

After Roe on the stretcher was put in the car, Vivian retreated with Angie.

"Vivi, you go first." John dared not let Vivian get in the car last.

Vivian didn't look back. "You go first. I'll follow you."

Knowing it wasn't the time to argue, John walked into the car without hesitation. His hands placed on the door handle, ready to pull her in. "Vivian, are you satisfied? Release me quickly." Everything was done as Vivian expected, but Angie was still under control. Her heart was thumping.

If it were before, Angie was sure that Vivian wouldn't kill her. But now, after seeing her madness, Angie doubted it.

Vivian bent her head with her bloody lips leaning over, she whispered to Angie, "Angie, if you dare to hurt my child again, a wound won't vent my rage." She paused and added, "Besides, remember, William may be a treasure in your heart, but he is nothing to me."

Not a treasure anymore.

"You..." Angie intended to argue but gave up, since her life was at risk.

Vivian flickered over Lyle, who stood far away, pushed Angie hard, and jumped into the car quickly.

John was waiting for this moment. He immediately closed the door. "Go!"

As he ordered, the driver instantly stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

Defenseless, Angie was pushed back. She staggered a few steps and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Lyle held her steadily.

However, Angie didn't appreciate it. She pushed Lyle away at once, slapped him, and stormed, "You asshole, how did you protect me? I was threatened by that bitch. Why not chase after them?"

Lyle just tilted his head, his eyes full of coldness. An involuntary shiver ran down her spine. Angie suddenly realized the man in front wasn't her subordinates who were willing to be abused by her. She was afraid that the man would kill her with indignation. Lyle seemed to read her mind and said calmly, "Angie, don't worry. I won't kill you. I love you so much."

Before Angie was relieved, he suddenly rested his fingertips on her wound and added meaningfully, "But, I don't like being slapped. Do you understand?"

Her neck hurt. Angie furrowed and saw his "gentle" expression. Shivers ran down her spine again. She swallowed unconsciously. "I see."

Lyle seemed to be satisfied with her obedience. His gloomy expression vanished at once. He chuckled, "Now, can we go back?"00000000000000