Chapter 892 Whose Responsibility Is It?
"No, no, I didn't lose it. I opened it and saw how beautifully it was drawn. I thought it would be a shame to lose it, so I kept it..."
"Where'd you keep it?"
"I hung it on my office wall."
"My sister gave me that as a gift, and I didn't even get a chance to look at it. But you went ahead and hung it up?"
The club manager was terrified. "Didn't you say you didn't want it?"
"Why don't you hang your head up there, too?"
Dennis was furious, but at least the item was still there. "Make sure no one touches it. I'm coming to get it."
After the call ended, Dennis was about to get out of bed, but the movement pulled at his wound. His expression changed, and even his breathing was painful.
"Mr. Medici, let me go instead. Your body hasn't recovered yet..."
"Then why are you still standing here?"
"Yes, Mr. Medici." Louie realized Dennis's temper was as unpredictable as ever. Just as he was about to leave the room, he heard Dennis say, "By the way, have someone find out Abella's whereabouts."
Where would she go after leaving the hospital?
Who was that subordinate following her?
Did Abella have some identity he didn't know about?
She was also investigating Cruz. Did she suspect the fire from years ago too?
She must be investigating secretly, without letting Kimberly know.
So, she was smarter and more capable than he had imagined.
She had only been back home for six months and had already found a lead on Cruz.
"Mr. Medici..." Louie didn't leave the ward but asked nervously, "Abbott is your sister. I've tried to capture her several times before."
Although he hadn't succeeded, there was still a grudge.
If Abella got angry and held him responsible.
He couldn't bear that responsibility; he was just following orders.
"Who told you to capture people without a proper investigation? After all these years, you're still so reckless." Dennis said coldly.
Louie was confused. Who had ordered her to be killed?
"Alright, I'll put in a good word for you when the time comes. Now, hurry up and get going."
Louie thought, 'Mr. Medici, do you think you can escape this? You are the one who hit her on the back.'
That day, during their fight, neither of them held back. Dennis's forearm had landed on Abella's back. Not only had they seen it clearly, but Abella must have remembered it too.
"What are you standing there for? A statue?"
"Yes, Mr. Medici." Louie left the ward after receiving his orders.
Dennis felt a bit guilty, realizing he had thought of this too. Along with the guilt, he felt anxious and irritated.
It was only then that he realized he didn't have Abella's phone number, not even her WhatsApp.
He had to message his brothers in turn, asking for Abella's contact information.
Steven: [Finally remembered you have a sister?]
Ethan: [You think you can just ask for Abella's number?]
Winston: [I went through a lot to get Abella's number myself. You want it? Not so easy.]
Blake: [Finally feeling guilty? You haven't cared about Abella for six months! Want her number? Behave goodand I might consider it.]
Dennis realized they were all quite united when it came to Abella.
He had no choice but to message Kimberly on WhatsApp. After waiting a while, just in case, he forwarded the same message to Beckett.
Soon, he received two replies.
Beckett: [Showing concern over the phone? Better to do it in person. Want her number? Ask Abella yourself.]
Kimberly: [We'll talk when you get home!]
Who knew what he wanted Abella's number for? What if he said something wrong again and offended him?.
Dennis remembered how close he had come to recognizing Abella last time, only to be misled by his brothers.
So, he messaged Steven again, with a hint of accusation.
Dennis: [Is Abella very beautiful?]
Steven: [Do you even need to ask?]
Dennis: [I remember asking you last time, and you said you didn't know how to describe.]
Steven: [Abella's beauty is unparalleled. Whether it's her striking features, elegant demeanor, or her skills, she stands out. Her qualities are endless; I could talk about them for days.]
So Steven had meant that back then, and he had misunderstood?
He then went to confront Ethan: [Last time you said Abella's looks were hard to describe. Do you think she's ugly?]
Ethan: [Ugly? No way. Words can't capture even a fraction of Abella's beauty. She's the kind of woman who stands out in a crowd. Besides her looks, her skills are impressive. She's like a shining gem. Once you get to know her, you'll see how special she is. Hard to describe in one sentence.]
Dennis: [Why didn't you say this earlier?]
Ethan: [I was on a mission last time. Didn't have time to describe so much. Why didn't you go home to see Abella yourself? So, did you see her in person and find her beautiful? Or did you see a photo and think she's better looking than you imagined?]
Dennis didn't reply, remembering Winston had also said Abella's looks were hard to describe, probably wanting him to see her in person for the full impact.
So he messaged Blake. Blake immediately started praising Abella with all the beautiful words he could think of.
Dennis: [Why didn't you praise her last time?]
Blake: [I was busy with a concert!]
Last time, Dennis had thought his brothers' evaluations of Abella were not great, assuming she must be unattractive.
Blake: [By the way, you mentioned seeing someone who looked like Abella and was quite annoying. What happened with that?]
Blake still remembered that. Dennis replied: [Shut your mouth. Don't mention this in front of Abella.]
Blake didn't understand. He hadn't been talking about Abella, so why couldn't he mention it?
But he didn't have time to think about it. Easter was coming up, and after his last three concerts, he could go home and spend time with Abella.
For Abella, he wouldn't attend any events this year.
In his heart, nothing was more important than spending time with Abella.
After meeting with friends, Abella left with Phillipe, leaving two heartbroken people in the café.
"Want to grab a drink somewhere?"
After everyone left, Sean's hidden emotions surfaced, like a deflated balloon.
"Let's go to your club. Tonight, we drink until we drop..." Terry also needed alcohol to numb himself temporarily.
"Why do I feel like you're the one who's heartbroken?" Sean was already feeling down and didn't understand why Terry seemed even more depressed.
Anyone who didn't know better would think he had been dumped.
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