Chapter 270 Charles in Grave Danger
"What are you standing there for? Eat," Benjamin said casually when he saw her just standing there.
For the first time, Daphne felt like eating was a chore.
Her heavy heart slowed her down.
Benjamin glanced at the dishes he thought were pretty good and asked, "Don't you like the food?"
"No," Daphne replied.
Basic dining etiquette: don't be picky.
She wasn't picky.
"My sister was just joking earlier," Daphne hesitated but decided to say. You don't have to consider me when you cook; just make your own meal."
Benjamin put down his utensils and just looked at her.
Daphne met his gaze with some difficulty.
Even though she didn't have to be trained by him now, Benjamin's gaze was still hard to handle.
"Daphne," Benjamin called her name.
Daphne's eyes were full of confusion. "What is it?"
"Stop overthinking and eat more," Benjamin said.
Daphne was even more confused. She wanted to ask more, but seeing Benjamin's reluctance, she didn't know if she should.
"Benjamin." Daphne thought she might have a lot to deal with later; if she had to guard against Benjamin's various interrogations, she might not have enough energy.
Benjamin looked at her.
Daphne held her utensils without moving and asked, "Do you still mean what you said before?"
Benjamin asked, "What did I say?"
Daphne said, "You promised me something when I came back."
Benjamin paused, not expecting her to bring this up suddenly. "Yes."
"Can you let go of the fact that I called you for help as a remedy?" Daphne's expression was calm, but her heart was beating faster.
Benjamin raised his eyebrows slightly. "When did I ever hold it against you?"
Daphne was surprised. "You agree?"
Benjamin nodded. "Yes."
Daphne sighed in relief.
With one less thing on her mind, she felt a bit more relaxed; her eating speed increased compared to before.
Benjamin originally wanted to ask her something, but seeing her eating happily, he didn't.
After the meal, Daphne took the initiative to wash the dishes, but in the end, Benjamin did it. He didn't intend for her to do any work when he invited her over for a meal.
"Did you find out about Charles and Brian?" Benjamin handed her a glass of water after cleaning up and sat down on the sofa next to her.
"No," Daphne said seriously, "I plan to ask Brian in person."
Benjamin's eyes darkened slightly.
Thinking about work, Daphne decided to inform him in advance. "I've handed over your work to Jesse. You can ask him anything; he knows HorizonTech Group better than I do."
"Okay." Benjamin hesitated for a moment but agreed.
There were still some things he needed to handle here. Brian was cunning but not a bad person; Daphne could handle him.
After sitting for a while, Daphne left. She didn't directly check where Brian was but sent him an email, roughly stating that she wanted to meet him.
After sending it, she planned to wash up.
As for Brian, after sending Charles for treatment, he had been waiting outside the operating room.
Seeing that several hours had passed without any conclusion, he was a bit anxious.
"Mr. Harris, why are you so worried?" his assistant asked.
"The person inside is Mr. Lancelot of the Lancelot Group," Brian said, trying to sound indifferent but clearly worried. "If he dies here, not only the Lancelot family but also his ex-wife, Ms. Murphy, won't let me off."
Most importantly, Charles had finally agreed to a deal with him. He had helped as much as he could, but now Charles was on the verge of death.
He was at a huge loss.
After a while, the doctor came out, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
"How is it?" Brian asked.
"Charles's condition is very bad," the doctor said truthfully. "His body temperature keeps dropping; he's lost too much blood; the bullet is very close to his heart. We don't dare to remove it easily."
"Is he beyond saving?" Brian asked bluntly.
"Not necessarily," the doctor hesitated. "If you can contact the doctor known as the Hand of God, Richard Gonzalez, it should be fine."
"Richard?" Brian paused.
The doctor nodded. "Yes."
Brian frowned, feeling the weight of his predicament.
Everyone knew Richard was notoriously temperamental.
He would help if the benefits were sufficient, but whether he saved someone depended entirely on his mood; his medical skills were extremely high.
Most importantly, his relationship with Richard wasn't good.
"If you can't contact him within twelve hours, Mr. Lancelot's condition will be critical," the doctor reminded.
"Got it." Brian felt countless times that this deal was a huge loss for him. "Stabilize Charles's condition. I'll contact Richard."
After saying that, he walked out with his phone.
He paced back and forth in the corridor for a while before making a call.
The phone rang twice. Richard hung up on him without hesitation.
Brian called again; it was hung up again.
He kept calling; it continued to be hung up.
On the twelfth call, Richard finally answered, speaking briefly, "Speak."
"I have someone here who needs your help." Brian didn't waste time, and his tone was a bit softer. "Name your price."
"I'm not interested," Richard said coldly and hung up.
Brian took a deep breath, stared at the number for a while, and continued to dial.
He really regretted agreeing to the deal with Charles; it had cost him so much.
However, no matter how many times he called, Richard never answered again. At one point, he even wondered why Richard didn't just block his number and cut off all hope.
After more than a dozen unanswered calls, Brian had to switch to messaging, but all his messages went unanswered.
After wasting about half an hour, Brian felt extremely helpless.
If he couldn't reach Richard, Charles was doomed.
While thinking about this, a new email notification suddenly popped up on his phone.
He frowned, about to dismiss it as spam, when he saw the sender was K.
The worry on Brian's face instantly disappeared.
How could he have forgotten about this?
Richard and K had a good relationship. It didn't matter if he couldn't invite Richard; as long as he could persuade k, it would be fine.
Richard usually listened to K.
Thinking this, his pent-up emotions vanished, and he dialed the number from the email link. This was their only way to contact K, which was a virtual number.
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