His voice was so faint that almost only he himself could hear it.
With the mask on, his face was unreadable, eyes and eyebrows condensed with a gloomy sharpness.
He bent over and whispered into Yacob Harry’s ear, as though speaking to a sick father on the bed.
Yet, his right hand precisely pressed on Yacob Harry’s surgical wound, applying force little by little.
"Yacob Harry, if you’re short on money, borrow from , I’m always here to help. If you need dical treatnt, I can hire a top-notch doctor for you. I want you alive, to witness with your own eyes as I send you to hell. I also want you to experience the transition from the living world to hell... It must be... thrilling."
Below his bangs, Jesse Rowan’s face bore no visible trace.
He released his hand.
A large patch of fresh blood seeped out from Yacob Harry’s wound, staining his hospital gown red.
The blood was as brilliant as the sunset, a vivid scarlet.
The air quickly filled with the nauseating sll of blood.
Jesse Rowan straightened up and looked towards the middle-aged man on the hospital bed with cold, fierce eyes.
The blood flowed more and more, the wound almost bursting open.
Only then did Jesse Rowan straighten his clothes and mask before walking outside.
"Is there a doctor?" he shouted loudly.
Cora Jorney heard the commotion from the outer room and hurried over: "Mr. Rowan, what happened?"
"CEO Harry’s wound seems to have started bleeding, hurry and find a doctor to take a look."
Cora Jorney looked towards the bed and imdiately spotted Yacob Harry’s blood-stained gown, covered her mouth in horror, and stumbled out.
Doctors quickly arrived to attend to Yacob Harry’s wound.
"Family mbers must keep a close watch on the patient, and report to us imdiately if there’s any problem," the doctor said.
"Okay, okay," Cora Jorney replied hurriedly, her face pale.
"Doctor, is everything alright?" Jesse Rowan asked with concern.
"Just a split in the wound, nothing serious, I will take care of it," the doctor and several nurses rushed to attend to Yacob Harry.
Jesse Rowan patted his chest: "That scared to death."
"Jesse, sorry you were frightened, co, have so tea," Cora Jorney quickly offered.
"Thank you, Madam Harry, to tell you the truth, I was a bit scared; you don’t know, I’m squeamish around blood. Just now when I saw the blood, I almost passed out." Jesse Rowan appeared to be still quite shaken, "It’s all fine now, all fine."
"He’s just had surgery, so it’s normal for the wound to split; sigh, it’s a relief that it’s nothing serious."
"Madam Harry, rest assured, although I’m squeamish around blood, I am not a coward. Madam Harry, you can’t judge for that."
"How could I? I’m not that unreasonable," Cora Jorney laughed, "Being squeamish around blood is quite normal. In my eyes, Mr. Rowan, you are responsible and committed. Your interest in Joan is her good fortune."
"I appreciate your understanding, Madam Harry. You and Joan both are very compassionate and empathetic," Jesse replied.
"You’re giving too much credit," Cora Jorney responded modestly, slightly embarrassed by the complint.
In her eyes, Jesse Rowan was very sensible.
Right at that mont, Cora Jorney’s phone rang.
It was ti to pay for Yacob Harry’s dical expenses. Due to the surgery, the amount wasn’t small.
Cora Jorney frowned: "I understand, there’s no need to rush . Are you worried I can’t afford it?"
The person on the other end dared not say another word.
Cora Jorney then asked, "How much is it?"
"This week it’s 300,000."
"That much?"
"Yes, CEO Harry is staying in a VIP ward, and all the dications are imported, plus the fees for consulting specialists and so on."
"I understand," Cora Jorney’s frown deepened. To think, it was that much.
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