You're Out, Daddy novel (Natasha and Kenneth)

Chapter 217

At night, when the doctor came on his rounds, Desmond asked, “How's the patient in Room 103 now, doctor?”

The matter about Lynch Corporation had been sensational recently, so everyone in the hospital knew about it. At the same time, they were also aware of his relationship with Erin.

Indeed, it was rather tragic.

Following that question, the doctor flashed him a smile and answered, “I was just planning to tell you the good news. Your lover might regain consciousness.”

Desmond was stunned for a moment, but he only froze for a few seconds as the doctor was around. He then queried with a smile, “Really?”

“Yeah! She inexplicably showed signs of improvement after someone came and visited her today. If her willpower is strong, she'll regain consciousness in the next few days. However, it's not definite, so further observation is required.” NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

“After someone came and visited her?” Desmond echoed, recalling the man who told him he was sick earlier in the day.

Could it be him?

The doctor nodded. “Yes. He was probably someone important or the like since he could spark her will to live. Actually, there have been similar precedents in the medical field. Many people would say something important to the patient or something that could trigger the patient's will to live. Anyway, it's a positive sign. Congratulations!”

Desmond chuckled, but his smile didn't reach his eyes.

He initially thought that the man was simply lying to him, but his confidence was gradually fading then.

After the doctor had left, he tossed and turned on the bed, unable to sleep. His mind was chock- filled with the possible scenes after Erin regained consciousness.

No, I can't allow it to happen! If she were to regain consciousness, I'd be doomed!

After turning it over in his mind, he sat up from the bed.

A glimmer of ruthlessness glinted in his eyes. Picking up his phone, he sent someone a message.

It read: Remember to leave no traces.

Having sent the message, he looked out the window, his gaze pitch-black.

This is all thanks to you, Kenneth! I'll definitely have you pay the price a thousand times overt

Upstairs, a man wearing a doctor's coat and a mask walked straight into Erin's room.

Upon entering the room, he immediately closed the door. With his eyes fixated on the person on the bed, he walked over.

“If you want someone to blame, blame it on your man!” After saying that, he took out a handkerchief and poured something on it before bringing it to Erin's face.

Just as his hands were about to come into contact with her nose and mouth, Erin opened her eyes without warning to stare right at him.

The man jumped in fright, but he no longer hesitated. He placed the handkerchief over her nose and mouth, smothering her mercilessly.

Ten minutes later, Desmond was still standing in front of the window.

His phone abruptly dinged, so he glanced over his shoulder at it.

As he gazed at it, he felt inexplicably conflicted.

He stared at it for a long time. In the end, he still walked over and picked up his phone, tapping a message open.

It read: It's done.

At the sight of those two words, Desmond's heartbeat accelerated considerably for no apparent reason. But at the same time, an indescribable sense of relief flooded him.

A while later, he replied: Got it.

On the heels of that, the other man texted: Where's the money ? When are you giving it to me ?

Desmond pondered for a while before answering: Tomorrow. I'll give it to you personally.

Another text came in: Can't you just wire it to me?

Desmond: It's better not to leave any evidence for certain things.

To which, the reply was: Okay. What's the time and venue?

Desmond deliberated for some time before sending the time and location over.

The man texted: I'll be waiting for you.

Thereafter, there was nothing else from the man.

Sitting on the bed, Desmond spaced out all of a sudden.

Erin's face from when she was young until then flashed across his mind like a slideshow.

It would be a lie to claim that he wasn't anguished. He would harbor affection even toward a cat or a dog, much less a woman who had given him a child.

But what other choice did I have? She offended Hamilton Corporation and bought disaster upon Lynch Corporation. Presently, that was the only path she had.

Despite the dampness of his eyes, his heart remained as hard as a rock.

Erin, I know you're very much resentful. If that's really the case, go and seek Kenneth out. This is all thanks to him!

At that thought, Desmond took a deep breath and started making plans again.

Tomorrow, I'll definitely use this matter to kick up a huge fuss! I may not be your match in terms of financial resources and power, Kenneth, but don't dream of getting off unscathed from this matter!

Early the next morning, news that Kenneth had caused someone's death as a capitalist made the headlines.

Once again, it sparked a round of public criticism.

Hamilton Corporation's share prices plummeted to rock bottom, and rumors of internal problems spread.

Meanwhile, Lynch Corporation garnered much sympathy as the victim.

When Desmond saw the news and the netizens' comments, the corners of his mouth turned up.

You didn't expect this, did you, Kenneth? If things continue developing in this trend, there's a possibility of Lynch Corporation rising again!

Following that line of thought, he heaved a sigh of relief.

At precisely that moment, his phone dinged. He picked it up. After reading the text message, his brows knitted together. He replied: Don't worry. You'll be receiving the money without a cent less.

Having replied to the message, he continued looking at the news in high spirits.

He was initially a touch sorrowful yesterday, but after seeing the results that day, he felt that everything was worth it.

At that, relief suffused him.

At long last, he had a reprieve from his despondency for the past few days.

However, the instant Desmond remembered that he had to tie off some loose ends, he changed out of the hospital gown and into his own clothes without waiting for the doctor to make his rounds. Then, he sneaked out of the hospital.

He first went to the bank and withdrew some money before taking a taxi to his destination.

It was an abandoned factory.

After alighting from the taxi, Desmond looked around. It wasn't until he had ascertained that no one was there that he headed into the factory.

Holding up his phone, he texted while walking: I've arrived.

The man replied: I'm inside.

Desmond put his phone away and headed in.

When he had walked for a while yet saw no one, he took his phone out again and sent a message. No sooner had he done so than a man appeared before him. The man was a little over 1.8 meters and had an unsightly countenance, but his eyes were particularly creepy.

At the sight of him, Desmond was stunned for a moment. The man had done quite some dirty work for him, but he had always paid via bank transfer. This time, however, he was more cautious since it involved a life.

“Are you sure you didn't leave any traces?” Desmond questioned frostily.

“Do you not know my capabilities?” the man riposted.

Desmond fell into a brief contemplation. In the many times we've worked together, he's indeed never caused any trouble for me. Nonetheless, he still warned worriedly, “Let me tell you this—this matter is different from the previous times. Remember to keep your mouth zipped.

Otherwise, neither of us will be able to get out of this!”

The man said nothing, merely scrutinizing him with an icy gaze before demanding bluntly, “Where's the money?”

Throwing a look at him, Desmond handed him the black suitcase right away.

The man glanced at it and reached out, taking it from him.

“Remember what I said. Keep your mouth shut.” After saying that, Desmond spun around to leave.