Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 321

The car was fast and quickly disappeared from the hospital without alerting anyone.

The doctor standing in front of Liam took a deep breath. He saw that the man's eyes instantly widened and lit up.

The doctor silently breathed a sigh of relief before he finished the rest of his sentence. "We still don’t have a thorough surgical plan, so we recommend for Ms. Leger's surgery to be postponed. When both people are in a better physical condition, then we can consider surgery again."

Half of Liam's arm was already stained with blood. He shrugged off the sticky blood on his fingertips carelessly and glanced up in the direction of the operating room. "I’ll give you ten more days to come up with a suitable plan."

These doctors were just getting paid to do their jobs at the beginning, but now they were pushed to the limit. There was no way to back out of working with Liam Wilford unscathed.

The doctor's heart was aghast at the way Liam was unconcerned about his injuries. He knew that Liam was not joking, so he could only answer yes.

The battle outside was intense. Zion had several wounds on his body and their numbers were depleting. Liam's side also had many who were dead or injured.

"Zion, there’s more coming!" A voice came from behind him.

Zion knew that the situation was not good. Indeed, those people who came were more of Liam's men. If they continued this, sooner or later, they would all become mincemeat.

He thought of Zayn and hesitated for a moment. At this moment, the group of people who just arrived had surrounded them.

At first, the two sides were considered evenly matched, but now there was a disparity in numbers and the outcome was obvious.

Since Sophie was temporarily safe, Liam’s heart that had leaped to his throat slowly settled down.

Even though Lindsey was not operated on, she was injected with anesthetics and underwent a lot of pre-surgical preparations, so she was still unconscious like Sophie.

The two of them were pushed through the bloodstained hospital corridor and were transferred to another car.

Some of Zayn's people were captured and had serious injuries. When Liam’s men asked Liam what they should do with these people, they only got a merciless gesture.

Although this place was remote, it was not completely deserted.

When the local police arrived, they only saw the blood on the ground and did not find even a single useful clue.

The day's events were much more than that. Liam, who was supposed to be at home waiting for his arraignment after being released on bail, came up with a piece of evidence the next day that proved his innocence and that the so-called evidence previously was all slander.

When Lindsey woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day.

The dizziness and vague pain in her belly brought Lindsey back to her wits instantly. She tried to sit up but failed repeatedly.

"Hello! Is anyone there?" Lindsey shouted at the door.

A few seconds later, the door to the room was pushed open.

Lindsey's face turned pale. "Please get a doctor for me!"

Although there was a time difference between the States and Germany, the night Zayn disappeared, Quentin was first to receive the news.

Terence Moeller was sitting on his office chair with an indifferent look on his face as he talked to Quentin over the computer. “There’s nothing useful from the police. I’ve gotten my people to check out the scene and there’s evidence of firearms usage. Liam Wilford is on the way back to his mansion. As for Zayn, he’s either dead or seriously injured and taken away.”

Quentin rubbed his face and tried to calm himself down.

This matter could not be made known to Denarius' senior management, nor to other companies under the Guggenheim empire. He must keep it to himself.

Quentin pulled the office door open and strode out. He was in a hurry and did not hear his secretary calling him. “Mr. Quentin! Why didn’t you bring your coat? There are still some documents for you to sign.”

However, Quentin turned a deaf ear and the secretary scrunched her nose, puzzled. When she thought of it, Quentin was smiling most of the time. This was the first time she saw Quentin looking so pale and uneasy.

It was like the sky was falling.

Quentin was blown by the cold wind outside before he realized that he came out without a coat.

He sat in the car and gripped the steering wheel, but his fingers were shaking terribly and he could not muster one bit of strength.

Now they have lost both Lindsey and Zayn.

Quentin took a deep breath and gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands. The car quickly drove out with a slight movement of his feet.

The pain in Lindsey's belly was so severe that the sweat on her forehead dripped down and clouded her eyes. She could not even see who entered the door.

Lindsey clutched the person's hand and her voice was tense as she said, "Please hurry and get me a doctor."

She was using so much force that the person struggled to break away. The person turned and ran out immediately probably because they could see the amount of pain Lindsey was in.