Entangled in the Night: Unable to Escape Him-Chapter 78: Albie Kane Didn’t Make Ten Million
Chloe quickly let go of Albie and walked over: "You should eat something first, then take a painkiller."
Silas frowned in pain: "I can’t sit up."
"I’ll feed you."
Chloe knew full well Silas was doing it on purpose, but she still wanted to do it.
After all, he was injured because of her father’s case.
Chloe was about to pick up the chicken soup to feed him, but Albie stopped her.
He gently ruffled her hair and said with concern, "Let me do it. You go home and get some rest—you were up all night."
There was a flicker in Silas’s dark eyes, his tone gentle: "She was up all night..."
He deliberately paused, his gaze burning on Chloe.
Frightened, Chloe quickly cut him off: "I’m fine, let me feed him."
A flash of pride crossed Silas’s eyes, but it quickly vanished. He then looked at Chloe with guilt: "Sorry to trouble you."
Just then, the door to the hospital room was pushed open.
Jett Sterling walked in, looking anxiously at Chloe, sizing her up from head to toe: "Chloe, did you get hurt? As soon as I heard about this, I rushed over. Who the hell did it? I swear I’ll kill him."
Seeing how nervous he was, Chloe knew Jett was genuinely worried.
She quickly shook her head: "I’m fine."
Hearing she was okay, Jett finally relaxed.
He had a feeling like escaping death: "Good thing you’re alright."
When he heard someone from the Nash Family was hurt last night, he’d run to the hospital like a madman.
Though he never believed in gods, he’d been praying to Buddha the whole drive, hoping nothing would happen to Chloe.
Luckily, it had just been a false alarm.
Seeing how worried Jett was about Chloe, Silas deliberately said, "Don’t worry, President Sterling, as long as I’m here, nothing will happen to her."
Only now did Jett notice someone lying in the hospital bed.
He curled his lip coldly: "As long as she’s with you, something always goes wrong. The two of you are just naturally at odds. Don’t go looking for her again, or you’ll bring her more trouble."
Silas didn’t get angry. Instead, he smiled and said, "I wasn’t looking for her. Last night, her uncle’s case was solved and he invited me to dinner at their house. Didn’t you know?"
There was nothing boastful in his tone, but every word made Jett’s temper flare.
He’d spent the whole day yesterday in meetings with shareholders, unable to get away.
Never expected Silas would seize the opportunity.
Jett arched an eyebrow: "Showing off to me? Back when I used to have dinner at her house, neither you nor Albie was even in the picture."
That one line instantly doused whatever spark Silas had felt a moment ago.
He clenched his fingers unconsciously.
But his face showed no change: "Is there something else you need, President Sterling? If not, I’d like to have my breakfast now."
Jett glanced at Chloe. "There’s an important friend who wants to see you. He’s in my car."
Chloe’s heart tightened.
She didn’t know who this person was—if she didn’t recognize him, she’d give herself away.
She lowered her eyes and said, "I still need to feed him. I’ll see this person another day."
"No way, he has a terrible temper. If he doesn’t see you today, he won’t let it go. Come on, let Albie feed him. You’ll be back soon."
With that, he took Chloe’s hand and led her out.
Watching them walk away, Silas glanced at Albie, his tone detached: "Mr. Kane, your wife just left with her ex-boyfriend—doesn’t that make you jealous?"
Albie picked up the chicken soup, smiled and said, "If we didn’t have that much trust, how could we be husband and wife?"
"If you were really married, you wouldn’t be hiding the fact."
At that, Albie realized that Silas had investigated him.
He smiled faintly. "The Kane Family does gray business overseas. I don’t want anyone to find out who my wife is—it’s not safe for her."
That sounded reasonable enough, but Silas still felt something was off.
Albie handed him a spoonful of chicken soup: "Mr. Prescott, if you really loved someone, I suppose you’d do the same."
That line instantly made the chicken soup lose its flavor.
Just then, the assistant pushed open the door. Silas addressed Albie coolly,
"Mr. Kane, why don’t you wait in the living room? I have some work matters to discuss with my assistant."
Albie could tell Silas was trying to send him away. Without a word, he smiled and left.
The door closed behind him, and the assistant handed Silas a file.
In a low voice he said, "President Prescott, this time was too dangerous. If the attacker’s knife had gone just a little deeper, it would’ve hit your organs. The consequences would’ve been unthinkable."
Silas’s dark eyes were bottomless as he looked at the file: "Get those people locked up. Sooner or later, they would’ve come for me. I just didn’t expect it to happen this soon. Keep watching this case—I want those old bastards to die in prison."
"Don’t worry, sir. I’ve gathered almost all the evidence we need. They shouldn’t be able to get out."
The assistant handed him another file: "Here’s the information you asked for on Albie Kane. He’s the least favored child in the Kane Family, didn’t inherit the family business. He runs a small company himself, annual profits supposedly over ten million, but no sign of that amount coming in recently."
