Chapter 599
In Bob's hazy vision, he saw Jackson looking all kinds of menacing. Bob's eyes went wide, and a raspy, painful sound slipped out of his throat.
"Spill it! Who's pulling your strings?"
Bob's face twisted in pure terror as he glanced at the hospital room door.
"Help, someone."
He called out, but his voice was so weak it was barely a whisper.
The fear, the helplessness, the dread of dying—probably the same stuff Lillian felt when she begged him for mercy last night.
Jackson's cold eyes locked onto him as he grabbed the back of Bob's neck and slammed a heavy punch into his gut.
Bob's liver was already messed up from surgery, and now the wound was gushing blood.
He was in so much pain his face twisted up, his eyes filled with blood, and he went pale as a ghost. His eyes begged for mercy, full of fear.
"Are you gonna talk or what?"
Jackson didn't let go, his fingers digging into Bob's wound, making blood drip down.
Bob's life was slipping away, snot running down his face.
Even if he was gonna die, he didn't want to go through this kind of torture.
His lips moved, and he croaked out, "I don't know who he is; I swear I don't."
He was in so much pain he wished he could just die already.
He weakly turned his head toward the door. This was a hospital, and there were cops outside.
Even if he was a criminal, he shouldn't be treated like this.
But it was dead quiet outside, and no one came in.
Jackson thought about the pain Lillian had gone through, thought about Taylor's bruised and curled-up body, and he didn't want Bob to die that easy.
"Is it the Price family?"
He slammed another heavy punch into Bob's wound.
When Jackson walked out of the hospital room, his face was cold and calm.
He held an alcohol wipe between his fingers, looking down and methodically wiping the blood off his hands, giving a cold order, "Go in and save him. Bring him back."
The lead cop peeked inside.
Bob was lying on the ground, his hospital gown soaked in blood. It was unclear if he was still alive.
He quickly ordered the doctors to go in, lift Bob onto the bed, hook him up to the machines, and start resuscitation.
The defibrillator kept working, and Bob coughed up blood uncontrollably. The machine let out a long, steady beep.
After they were done, the doctor came out and announced that Bob had died despite their efforts.
Jackson, though, signaled Harry to take the doctors and nurses to the next room for supervision.
The lead cop stepped up and said, "Mr. Frane, don't worry, nothing happened today. We won't say a word."
Jackson looked down and said, "Of course, nothing happened. But I need you to keep a close watch on the suspect and bring in more personnel. Make sure he doesn't die."
The cop was stunned. Bob was already dead, so what was there to guard?
But he quickly realized Jackson wanted to make it look like Bob was still alive to lure out whoever was behind this.
If that person couldn't stay calm, they'd eventually come to finish Bob off.
"Yes, understood." The cop nodded.
Only then did Jackson head toward the elevator. He didn't go back to Lillian's room but instead took the elevator to the top floor.
Dominic's room was up there. Susan had stayed in the hospital for six months because of cancer.
After Susan died, Dominic's health went downhill, and he moved into Susan's old room after the funeral.
Jackson got to the room's door just as it opened.
Star, wearing a white dress and holding a bouquet of flowers, was about to come out.
When she saw Jackson, her heart skipped a beat. She instinctively tightened her grip on the bouquet and said, "Jackson, why are you here? Henry's kid was underdeveloped, and the suburban hospital's conditions were bad. He was transferred here this morning. I just heard about Lillian and was about to visit her."
Star's voice got more and more tense as she talked.
Because Jackson stayed silent, standing there with a stern look on his handsome face, his gaze fixed on her with a chilling coldness.
Star's heart clenched, and her face gradually turned pale.
But she felt like she hadn't given anything away.
She bit her lip, took a step forward, and continued with concern, "Jackson, are you okay?"
But the next second, the bouquet in Star's hand suddenly hit the ground. Jackson's still figure suddenly moved. He raised his hand, his fingers spread out, and tightly grabbed her slender neck.
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