She speculated in her heart. Maybe she should slowly open his heart and let him gradually accept this little life.
Right now, however, she is more worried about her uncle’s condition. Five days have passed, and her uncle’s condition is getting worse and worse. The doctor has already issued a critical illness notice.
Now, either he is transferred to another hospital, where a suitable hospital would accept her uncle and perform a second surgery, or he can only continue conservative treatnt in this hospital.
But conservative treatnt is rely life-prolonging, and how many days it can extend his life is still unknown. But in the entire J City, there is no other hospital willing to take over her uncle, and given her uncle’s condition, long-distance travel is currently unsuitable. It’s simply unrealistic to transfer her uncle to those world-renowned surgical hospitals.
Mabel Quinn was extrely anxious, but she had no idea what to do.
In this regard, she was powerless.
The Quinn Family mbers were also at a loss.
Michael Quinn has been restless these past two days. Ever since he went to make a statent at the police station, he has been worried about being discovered.
No way! If he stays any longer, it could really be dangerous.
He planned to find a reason to go abroad for a few days and then return, but he didn’t have much money with him, so he had to ask his mother for so.
Camille Grant, of course, disagreed. At this mont, she saw it as a chance for her son to perform well. Maybe he could return to the Quinn Family.
Michael Quinn impatiently shouted, "If I don’t leave now, you’ll only be able to see in prison!"
"What do you an?" Camille Grant was astonished, and after repeated questioning, Michael Quinn finally admitted that he had tampered with Edward Quinn’s brakes.
Upon hearing this, Camille Grant almost collapsed, "How could you do such a thing? You do realize you could be arrested for this!"
"It’s done, so what can I do? Mom, give the money quickly, and say that the Quinn Family has business in the States. I’m going there to negotiate." Michael Quinn said.
Now Camille Grant was helpless, she could only comply with whatever her son said, took out a wad of cash amounting to over a hundred thousand, and handed a bank card to her son.
However, Michael Quinn had no idea that his car hadn’t even reached the airport before he was intercepted.
Several n in black directly dragged him from his car to another vehicle.
"Who are you? What are you doing? Kidnapping? Na your price..." Michael Quinn panicked, but before he could finish speaking, his mouth was covered, and ropes were tied around his body.
Michael Quinn wanted to struggle, but instead received two hard blows to his abdon from the opponents, making him feel like his organs were all twisted together, leaving him with no strength to resist.
After being dragged to a basent level and seeing the torture devices there, he panicked. God, if he were really put through those things one by one, he might be finished.
At this mont, his mouth was covered, and besides making muffled sounds, he couldn’t say anything. The opponent seemingly didn’t want to hear him at all or negotiate terms.
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