It was past midnight.
Eleanor was rushed to the emergency room.
The doctor confirmed that she had two fractured ribs and a slight concussion. She also had countless other wounds and bruises, but fortunately, none of them were fatal.
Sitting alone on the bench outside the operating room, Nathaniel was lost in thought.
After what happened, he had asked Flynn to inform the Turner family.
However, Mario and Presley didn’t arrive until dawn.
“Oh, no! My poor daughter. How could this happen?”
In the corridor, one could hear Presley’s pained cries from a distance, but she couldn’t squeeze out a single tear. Inwardly, she was gloating over Eleanor’s misfortune.
Mario, on the other hand, was sincerely depressed. He walked up to Nathaniel, dragging his steps. But when he saw that Nathaniel also looked unhappy, he tried to comfort him.
Nathaniel ignored his comforting words and said politely, “Mr. Turner, Mrs. Turner, please have a seat.”
Mario shook his head sadly.
“What happened? Who would do such a thing?”
His eldest daughter had just gotten into a car accident and was in coma. Just a few days later, Eleanor was also rushed to the hospital after a severe beating. Was someone deliberately trying to destroy the Turner family? Or was this all just a huge coincidence?
After a moment’s silence, Nathaniel answered in a low voice, “I’ve already asked Flynn to investigate.”
Sensing that Nathaniel didn’t want to talk, Mario didn’t say anything more and sat quietly on the bench.
Two minutes later, the lights in the operating room went out.
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The door opened and the doctor strode out, announcing that Eleanor’s operation was successful. Aside from the fact that she’d need some time to recuperate, she was fine and could be transferred to a normal VIP ward.
A nurse wheeled Eleanor to the ward, and the three people in the corridor followed her.
Soon, Eleanor woke up, only to find her whole body wrapped in thick gauze. She tried hard to open her swollen eyes, and as soon as she saw Nathaniel, she began to cry.
“Nate, if it weren’t for you, I might’ve been killed. I’m so glad you came just in time before those bastards took advantage of me. I really can’t live without you, Nate. Can you stay here with me?”
Eleanor held his hand weakly. Inwardly, she was seething with rage.
She had texted Nathaniel with Lucinda’s phone just to provoke him.
She wanted him to know that Lucinda was a slut who slept around, so that he’d feel disgusted with her. That way, he’d focus on her, not Lucinda.
Unexpectedly, she was the one who suffered in the end, and that provoking text was what saved her life.