Chapter 184
Taking a deep breath, he said, "Don't worry, Mom, I'll have someone look into it. I won't let anyone hurt Owen."
After she voluntarily donated blood to save Owen, it's unlikely she'd attempt anything against him again anytime soon..." Emily's voice was husky and choked with emotion. "Now that she's gained your dad's trust, I’m sure she'll make her move... Keith, I’m really scared she’ll hurt you or Owen. I’d rather she came after me..."
"It won't happen."
Keith ended the phone call.
He turned to his assistant, Russell, and said coolly, “Check out that car accident near the DeRoss Group building. See what that was all about.”
Russell nodded, “Will do, Mr. Winston.”
He pulled out his phone and started making calls...
Keith instructed his driver, "To the hospital."
As the car glided smoothly down the road, they hadn't even reached the hospital when Russell received a call from the traffic police.
The majority of the time, Maple Street is congested, with cars traveling at an average speed of just 20 mph. When the collision happened, the majority of the cars were parked. A kid who had darted into the roadway was struck by a silver sports car that abruptly veered... Thankfully, it wasn't a tragedy because the car wasn't moving speedily."
"The silver sports car hit someone and then smashed into three or four other vehicles before fleeing the scene. It went north toward the outskirts of town where there are no surveillance cameras, and the culprit is still at large..."
Russell furrowed his brow, “Can't you trace the license plate?”
"We've thoroughly investigated this case because of its ties to the Winston family. The sports car was stolen, and the license plate was fake. We are now treating this as a premeditated hit-and-run..."
Keith heard every word clearly.
He hadn't believed his mother's suspicions before.
But now, he had no choice but to.
The car was stolen, the plate was fake, and there was no surveillance footage capturing the culprit's face.
That meant the perpetrator had anticipated the accident...
If it hadn’t been for the traffic jam on that street, Owen might not have been so lucky to escape with his life.
Who was trying to put a hit on Owen?
Haley?
Could it be her?
Keith's expression turned stern.
“Should we continue the investigation?” Russell asked respectfully.
“My dad is also looking into it. Just keep an eye on things,” Keith replied curtly, stepping out of the car.
He walked straight into the hospital, heading for the inpatient ward.
It was already 5 p.m. Haley had spent some time with Owen before leaving to pick up the kids from the preschool.
At this time, only Ivan remained seated in the room, reviewing documents.
Owen was asleep, but restless, occasionally making soft moan.
Ivan snapped the file shut. "How did you get here? Who told you about this?"
Keith kept his voice steady, "News travels fast, Dad. What's the situation?"
"Just an accident," Ivan said evenly. "Luckily, Owen is fine. He'll be out of the hospital after a week of observation."
Keith looked up, locking eyes with Ivan, and spoke deliberately, " I've been looking into it. This 'accident' was no accident at all. It was intentional, an attempted hit."
Ivan finally met his gaze seriously, "What else do you know?"
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