Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife-Chapter 387 - : How Could He Let Her Die Once Again (Thank you to Jun Fu’s Reward for the extra update)
Chapter 387: Chapter 387: How Could He Let Her Die Once Again (Thank you to Jun Fu’s Reward for the extra update)
On the hacker leaderboard, Hughes never dared to claim the top spot.
But in terms of cunning, he was definitely second to none. This was why it had taken them so long to capture him.
Yet now he was cooperating and answering questions so easily. These statements were enough to put him away.
“I’m telling the truth. You need to stop it quickly. Hurry up!” Hughes urged desperately.
Kennan Max, regardless of the truth, contacted the nearest team to go to the hospital area and reported the situation to Brandon Piers.
At this time, Brandon’s car had run several red lights on its way to the International Hospital.
“Give him the computer and unseal the signal. If he refuses, break his hands,” Brandon ordered, his eyes red with rage.
Kennan Max looked grim, “We hit his hand when we stopped his car just now.”
“Damn it!” Brandon cursed furiously. Then he suddenly thought of something, quickly removing the watch from his wrist and began installing it at top speed.
In no time at all, a portable mini-computer appeared on his hand. Brandon’s long, well-defined fingers tapped on the tiny keyboard at lightning speed.
Three minutes later, Brandon exhaled deeply, just about to call Abigail’s number.
The driver spoke up, “Second Young Master, is it this area?”
Brandon looked up.
Boom!
In an instant, there was a sudden explosion on a section of the stone bridge ahead. A black car was hit and plunged into the river.
Brandon gripped his phone in a daze. He couldn’t hear anything over the roaring in his ears.
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Kennan Max’s car had just arrived and witnessed the scene. Everyone was frozen on the spot.
On the ground, Hughes struggled in pain, trying to see what had happened. But Kennan Max kicked him hard, this time with full force. Hughes grunted in pain and passed out.
Kennan Max opened the car door and rushed to Brandon, “Second Young Master, stay calm. I’ll call for a rescue right now.”
He quickly contacted the nearby fire responders, and the International Hospital’s emergency center vehicles that had been on standby were already racing to the scene.
But the car had been driven into the river and exploded before it fell. The chances of survival for anyone inside were slim.
Brandon stood up, eyes red, his hands trembling uncontrollably.
“Second Young Master…” Kennan Max had followed Brandon for years and had never seen him look like this, lose control like this. He also thought of the Lady’s past experiences, and for a normally silent man, he felt an overwhelming sadness.
Brandon didn’t speak. He walked step by step towards the accident site.
Kennan Max was anxious, “Second Young Master, there was just an explosion there. You can’t go.”
Brandon’s scarlet eyes glared coldly at Kennan Max, who dared not utter another word.
The atmosphere on-site was heavy. Kennan Max followed closely behind Brandon.
The freshly exploded stone bridge was unsafe. Cracks had opened up in many places, appearing very dangerous, as if it could collapse at any moment. But Brandon seemed oblivious, moving forward step by step.
He had taken every precaution, but never predicted the opponent would be insane enough to use a bomb. He thought with Pullan’s abilities and Peter also present, not even five Gordons could get close to her. He never imagined…
It was all his fault. He shouldn’t have been careless. She hadn’t wanted to go to the hospital today; it was his idea. If he hadn’t made her leave home, this might not have happened.
She had already died once. How could he let her die again? How could he?
“Second Young Master, it’s dangerous!” Kennan Max reached out to grab Brandon.
“Get out!”
“Second Young Master…” Kennan Max insisted, “Rescue personnel are already here.”
“Please move aside.” At this moment, the firefighters responsible for the salvage approached and stopped Brandon.
Brandon did not move.
Kennan Max quickly said, “Second Young Master, they are going to begin the salvage. Madam might still have a chance.”
This finally got through to Brandon. He stood numbly beside the raging river, staring at the water below.
He knew better than anyone how difficult her life had been. He knew she wanted to live more than anyone and was stronger. But why couldn’t he protect her?
What use was there in seizing control of Piers? What use was revenge if he couldn’t protect the one he wanted to protect!
He recalled old Mr. Beckham’s words: You owe your survival to her, and only you can protect her.
But in the end, he couldn’t protect her. Brandon felt his long-untouched heart tighten uncontrollably, making it difficult to breathe.
Kennan Max was worried but naturally reserved, saying only, “Second Young Master…”
At this moment, medical personnel from the ambulance carried a blood-covered blond youth out of another car. The previously expressionless person quickly turned to look.
The two doctors carrying the injured person suddenly felt a chill, getting goosebumps and quickening their steps.
Kennan Max blocked Brandon’s view, “Second Young Master, that’s not Gordon London.”
Brandon didn’t move, then spoke again, his voice hoarse, “Find her. Dig three feet, I want her found.”
“Yes.” Kennan Max answered swiftly, then issued orders.
Brandon thought of something else, “Bring Ruby Green here. If I don’t find Abigail today, throw her in the river along with Hughes.”
Kennan Max’s usually expressionless face was full of panic. Was Second Young Master mad?
If he threw those two into the river, not only would the second and third branches never forgive him, but the police would also pursue him relentlessly. That was blatant criminal behavior.
But looking at Brandon’s expression, these were no idle threats. Kennan Max quickly called Kelvin Max.
He couldn’t stop Second Young Master.
Kelvin Max had already received the news and was rushing over. When he got his brother’s call, he quickly shouted, “Keep Second Young Master calm. Don’t let him do anything stupid.”
“You come.”
Kennan Max said only those two words and saw Second Young Master striding forward. He hurried to follow, hearing Brandon tell the rescue crew, “I’m going down to the river with you.”
“Second Young Master, you just had heart surgery. You can’t go into the water.” Kennan Max was drenched in cold sweat.
Brandon ignored him, gripping a phone, dialing Noel Robert’s number, “I need all rescue boats near the River Gills western section.”
“Already arranged, don’t do anything rash.” Noel answered immediately, while directing his subordinates and trying to stop Brandon.
Brandon hung up directly, already donning a life jacket, and boarded the boat with the firefighters.
The fire chief, Luke Scout, a retired special forces soldier, recognized this demon of a man. A glance at his eyes revealed that any attempt to stop him would fail, so he resigned himself to Brandon joining them.
Kennan Max hurriedly put on a life jacket and jumped on the rescue boat too.
The raging river had swallowed the car upon impact, making the salvage exceptionally difficult. The hope of finding survivors was even slimmer.
