Chapter 124 Suspecting Jones
"Alright, Ms. Scott," Jones said, nodding.
Once Jones left, Margaret went back to the ward and stared at William lying there, feeling a wave of sadness hit her hard. She carefully tucked him in, holding his hands tight, silently praying, 'William, you gotta pull through.'
Time dragged on, and Margaret's heart felt like it was being squeezed. Every second felt like forever. As the night wore on, Margaret stayed by the bed, unable to sleep. A worry and tension she had never felt before spread through her entire body.
In the middle of the night, she suddenly heard a knock on the door. She thought it was the doctor making rounds, but when she opened it, Peter was standing there. Peter had a few bodyguards with him, standing guard at the door.
"Peter, what are you doing here?" Margaret was a bit surprised. "Shouldn't you be back home by now?"
Peter stepped into the ward, glanced at William, and said, "I came as soon as I heard."
"How's Mr. Fisher?" Peter asked, sounding worried.
Margaret's eyes were full of sadness. "He's still out cold."
"Don't stress too much," Peter tried to comfort her.
Margaret nodded absentmindedly, then suddenly remembered something. "By the way, how's the company holding up?"
Since Peter had come personally, things must be pretty bad. But she had been too worried about William to think about it.
Peter's tone turned cold. "After the press conference, things started to look up, and the stock price began to bounce back. But now, with the explosion, there's a ton of negative buzz online, and the stock price is tanking again."
Just as she had feared.
Margaret nodded knowingly. "Is the situation really that bad for us?"
"Yeah," Peter said seriously.
After a moment of thought, Margaret said, "Our top priority now is to find out what really happened. Only by quickly uncovering the mastermind and making the truth public can we restore the company's reputation."
"I'll do my best," Peter said firmly.
"Ms. Scott, you should go rest. I'll stay here and keep watch," Peter said, noticing how tired Margaret looked.
"I want to stay with William," Margaret shook her head. She couldn't leave as long as William was still unconscious.
Peter smiled. "You're hurt too and need to rest. You don't want Mr. Fisher to wake up and find you exhausted, do you? Don't worry, with me and the bodyguards here, Mr. Fisher will be fine."
After a long day, Margaret was indeed very tired, and she had some things she needed to take care of. She looked at Peter and then at the bodyguards at the door before finally nodding. "I'll go rest and come back in the morning."
Peter escorted Margaret back to her ward and then returned to William's room. He instructed the bodyguards, "Stay here and don't let anyone in, got it?"
"Yes, Mr. Cox," the bodyguards replied respectfully.
Peter closed the door, walked over to the bed, and looked down at William. "Mr. Fisher, I got Ms. Scott back to her ward. It's just us now."
William, who had been playing possum, opened his eyes immediately. He sat up a bit, leaning against the bed, and asked coldly, "No one suspects a thing, right?"
Peter shook his head with a grin. "Nope, even Ms. Scott thinks you're still out cold."
William gave a slight nod.
"Why are you keeping Ms. Scott in the dark? Seeing her all worried and sad, I almost felt bad," Peter teased.
William shot him a look. "The fewer people who know, the better."
William had only gotten a few minor injuries from the hit. But the explosion? That was way too fishy. It seemed almost like it was planned, targeting him and Margaret specifically. Given that, William decided to play the part of the seriously injured and unconscious guy. This way, the mastermind would think their plan had worked.
Thinking of this, William asked in a deep voice, "What's the situation now?"
Peter reported, "As expected, there's a ton of negative news about the company."
William's eyes grew colder. "Investigate Jones."
Peter was momentarily stunned. "You think Jones is involved?"
William nodded. "Especially look into any connections between Jones and Royal Radiance."
"Yes, Mr. Fisher," Peter said, his face serious.
After giving these instructions, William closed his eyes and lay back down quietly.
Margaret returned to her ward, still feeling super anxious. She turned on her phone, and news about the Fisher Group explosion was everywhere. The comments were also pretty intense.
[The Fisher Group deceives consumers, using crappy materials, causing a massive explosion.]
[The explosion might have been staged by the Fisher Group to destroy evidence, leaving no proof.]
[How could it be staged if even Mr. Fisher got injured? Trust William.]
After staring at the screen for a while, Margaret rubbed her temples, thinking back to what had happened before the explosion. She and William were both hurt, but Jones had walked away to take a call at that moment and was unharmed. Could it really be a coincidence?
Thinking it over, Margaret called Anthony.
"Margaret." Anthony's concerned voice came through the phone. "I saw the news. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Margaret said, "I need you to look into someone for me."
"No problem. As long as it's not Marjorie." Anthony agreed quickly.
"Look into Jones Turner for me, the man in Fleurancia branch," Margaret said, rubbing her temples.
After hanging up, Margaret couldn't help but think of William's pale face again. She still felt uneasy and decided to head back to the 18th floor.
When she reached William's ward, the bodyguards stopped her. "Sorry, Ms. Scott, you can't go in."
Margaret vaguely heard voices inside the ward, sounding like William's. Her heart tightened with anxiety. 'Could William be awake?'
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