Chapter 127
At this moment, Robert had no intention of stepping in to stop it; if it were him, he would also want to take Paul down.
Seeing Sylvester hitting harder and harder, the people around tried to intervene, but whoever stepped in got beaten. How could he possibly calm down in this situation?
"Sylvester, I've put up with you for a long time! Don't push it! Do you think you're special just because you have a good father?" someone shouted.
Sylvester responded coldly, "Today, we're settling all our scores, old and new! I've had enough of you!"
Thus, a brawl broke out. A group of rich kids swarmed in, and Sylvester finally had an outlet for his pent-up anger.
Robert watched in shock, fearing Sylvester might get hurt, and hurried forward to save him, only to get caught up in the brawl himself. These idle rich kids were no match for Sylvester, who fought ten men without backing down.
In terms of social standing, the Moore family was an unshakable presence. Their strength was comparable to the Gray family, which was considered second-tier. In contrast, the Moore family was undoubtedly first-tier.
A wine bottle smashed heavily on Sylvester's head. In an instant, the world seemed to go silent. His vision blurred, and he staggered to the ground. Robert screamed, "Sylvester!"
As Sylvester fell, everyone was stunned. They knew they were in big trouble now. Sylvester's father and grandfather would surely come after them.
Lying on the ground, Sylvester's breathing became rapid, his brows furrowed in pain. Blood dripped continuously from his nose, causing panic among the onlookers.
The crystal chandelier above seemed to mock him. He had been deceived again, betrayed once more. Slowly closing his eyes, darkness engulfed him, and he heard nothing.
Inside the Moore manor.
Upon receiving the call that his son was in the hospital, John's face pale, and he rushed out the door, fear evident in his eyes.
Jenny hurried to Calliope. "Mrs. Moore, something terrible has happened! Mr. Sylvester Moore is in the hospital again, and I heard he has a serious head injury! Mr. John Moore has already left, and he asked me to tell you to come quickly."
Hearing this news, Calliope's mind was in turmoil. How could this happen? It had only been a few days since he was last hospitalized, and now a head injury? She felt her fingers trembling uncontrollably.
"Jenny, what exactly happened? Why is he suddenly in the hospital?" Calliope's voice was choked with emotion. Initially, she had wished for Sylvester to pass away quickly so that David could receive his heart for a transplant. But now, she found herself feeling reluctant, even though it was futile.
Jenny was also anxious, holding Calliope's hand to comfort her, "Mrs. Moore, don't worry. God will bless him. Let's go to the hospital first and see."
At the hospital, Robert briefly explained the situation to John, making John even more anxious, without even having time to get angry. What if Sylvester didn't make it this time?
However, Robert's attitude towards Calliope was very cold. At this moment, to him, Calliope seemed like a harbinger of bad luck.
"How is Sylvester? What exactly happened?" Calliope looked at John and Robert's expressions, sensing something was wrong but unable to pinpoint what she had done to make them so angry.
Robert snorted coldly. "Don't you know what you've done? Stop pretending to be innocent!"
Faced with such accusations, Calliope was incredulous. "What are you talking about? I have no idea what you're saying!"
Seeing her feigned innocence, Robert sneered even more. To him, women like Calliope loved to act. If she truly liked Sylvester, how could she do such a thing? Now that something had happened, she was still pretending to be kind-hearted, which was really annoying.
Calliope shrugged. "What are you talking about? I really don't understand!"
Robert took her to a secluded place and detailed the events that had occurred at the club earlier. After hearing it, Calliope's eyes widened in shock. She never expected that man to record a video! Even though she wasn't the one had sex with John, how could she explain this?
"Surprised, aren't you? I just can't understand why Sylvester would fall for a woman with such a tarnished reputation like yours," Robert's words were cutting, but it was only because he was too worried about his friend.
Faced with such accusations, Calliope wanted to defend herself but couldn't find the words, her thoughts were stuck in her throat.
"What, cat got your tongue? As I said, you're shameless! I never thought you were like this; I've completely seen through your true nature!" After saying this, Robert glared at Calliope with disdain and walked away, though he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
"It's not what you think. I've never done anything to hurt Sylvester. Please believe me!" Calliope pleaded with tears in her eyes.
However, Robert didn't give her a chance and retorted directly, "Show me the evidence! The video clearly recorded everything, and you still don't admit it?" He was just standing up for his friend.
"This is just a misunderstanding, not the truth!" Calliope said.
As the conversation continued, Calliope, usually strong, broke down and cried. This was an unprecedented experience.
Robert finally said helplessly, "Enough, I don't have time to argue with you. Let's focus on Sylvester's condition first. If anything happens, you'll be held responsible!" With that, he turned and left.
Calliope was left behind, full of grievances with no outlet, silently shedding tears.
Two hours later, the operating room door opened, and Lucas removed his mask to report the results, "Uncle John, we really can't delay any longer. The foreign object in the patient's brain is only a fraction of an inch from the optic nerve. If we wait any longer, the consequences could be disastrous. However, the success rate of this type of surgery is only about ten percent. Even with our best efforts, that's the best we can do. We must give it our all and try."
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