Chapter 234: Chapter 234: The Suspect
James Grant looked up and saw the person in front of him, her eyes swollen and red, with a terrified and fearful gaze falling on him. The long and deep scar on her forehead was like a needle, piercing fiercely into his heart, leaving it bloody and torn.
"James Grant..."
Evelyn Clayton, in the midst of terror, was trembling violently out of fear, even though she had been rescued. It was as if she was still in a state of near-death fear.
The moment she saw him appear, the fear and panic within her heart were suppressed somewhat.
She could no longer control herself and began to cry hysterically in front of him.
The fear in her cries made the blood in his body freeze.
The man’s complexion was terrifyingly gloomy, and he quickly stepped forward, embracing her into his arms.
His hands clasped her icy back, trying his best to suppress the terrifying hostility, his voice hoarse, yet his hands uncontrollably trembling.
"Don’t be afraid, I’m here."
"I... I almost... almost died..."
Her voice was terribly hoarse from crying, and the near-death fear was engraved in her bones, unforgettable.
"Don’t be afraid, there are people outside to protect you."
He lowered his head, tightly shielding her.
The deep yet gentle voice dispelled some of her fear.
He patiently held her to soothe her for a long while before she slowly recovered from her fear, lying in his arms, constantly sobbing.
"Behave, get examined first."
James Grant soothed her emotions, let her go, and gently said.
Evelyn Clayton didn’t protest anymore, and he signaled to the doctor on the side.
The doctor hurriedly brought the equipment forward, and under his calming, began to examine Evelyn Clayton.
She finally didn’t struggle or resist.
The doctor quickly completed the examination and breathed a sigh of relief: "You were brought in in time. Besides several severe abrasions on the body, two ribs were broken and already surgically reconnected; now, hospitalization for proper recuperation and observation is all that’s needed."
After speaking, the doctor left the ward.
"Are there any other discomforts?"
James Grant observed her worriedly.
Finally calming down, Evelyn Clayton sniffed, her eyes red, with a heavy nasal tone: "None."
"Who was it?"
He stared at her pale face, the scar on her forehead incessantly stabbing his eyes.
Evelyn Clayton lowered her head, shook it somewhat desolately: "I didn’t see."
The pain blurred her vision.
She only remembered that the van seemed to have brake failure; even when seeing her, it didn’t decelerate and just crashed straight into her.
The people who got out of the car, she couldn’t see their faces clearly, only knew they were a few men.
James Grant’s dark pupils suddenly narrowed, his deep eyes seemed to ignite two clusters of dark flames, bloodthirsty and terrifying.
"Rest well, I’ll investigate."
That van seemed to be coming straight for her.
Clearly, there was the sound of urgent braking, yet deliberately didn’t slow down, crashing directly into her.
And those men who got out of the car—who were they, who sent them?
Thoughts tangled, and a sharp pain came from her forehead.
She couldn’t help frowning, gasped from the pain.
James Grant’s brow furrowed deeper, his chilly hand covered her forehead: "Call a doctor?"
A flash of light went by outside the door, unnoticed by those inside, capturing an intimate moment unexpectedly.
"No need."
Evelyn Clayton closed her eyes, shook her head, and looked up at him.
Her pale lips trembled slightly: "No matter what you find out, you have to tell me."
There was hidden fear and unwillingness to believe at the bottom of her eyes, even though she had a suspect in mind, namely Harrison Grant.