Chapter 879 Would You Like to Do Me This Favor?
Joshua wanted to punch Dermot to let off some steam. Sure, he could be bought, but if Dermot hadn't threatened him with Evelyn, no amount of money would have made him help.
"Dermot, you better pray you stay this lucky forever!" Joshua muttered before storming out of the hospital room. He couldn't stand being around Dermot any longer.
Dermot didn't care that Joshua left.
He felt zero guilt. Despite Joshua's whining about his supposed losses, Dermot knew Joshua wasn't a good guy. If he were, he wouldn't be where he was now.
In the days that followed, Dermot stayed in the hospital. His injuries were mostly healed, and if he were anywhere else, he would've demanded to be discharged.
But this was Golombia Hospital. As long as he stayed, he could see Evelyn every day, so he didn't want to leave.
Plus, he was waiting for someone from the Doyle family to show up.
Gerald was already buried. Dermot hadn't gone back to the Doyle family, and they hadn't sent anyone to visit him, acting like he didn't exist.
But Dermot knew it was just an act. The Doyle family would definitely send someone.
Just as he was thinking this, the door opened. Seeing who it was, his eyebrows raised slightly. He got it.
He had just thought about someone from the Doyle family, and here they were.
“Dermot, how’s the recovery going?” The visitor was Randy, who had come to see Dermot personally. To outsiders, it might seem like Randy valued Dermot highly.
But Dermot knew Randy's visit wasn't that simple, and he certainly wasn't genuinely concerned about his health.
Dermot hid his true thoughts, pretending to be flattered. "Grandpa, why did you come personally?"
"I've been busy with other matters these past few days and didn't have time to visit you. You don't blame me, do you?" Randy said with a kind expression.
Dermot quickly said he didn't, but inwardly, he cursed Randy for being so sly.
“You must have heard about your Uncle Gerald’s passing, right?” Randy asked, sighing helplessly.
Dermot nodded. "Yeah, I heard. I wanted to go back to pay my respects, but the doctor said I couldn't be discharged at the time, so I had to give up."
Even if he weren't hospitalized, he would've found another way to avoid it. As for paying respects, he wasn't that kind-hearted.
"Forget it, he's gone now. Whether you pay respects or not doesn't matter," Randy said, his eyes constantly on Dermot's face, trying to read him.
But Dermot was a talented actor, giving nothing away.
Randy withdrew his gaze, smiling bitterly. "Dermot, this is the first time the Doyle family has taken such a hit. It pains me deeply. I wish I could catch the culprit and tear him to pieces."
He continued, "Unfortunately, my power is limited, and I haven't found the mastermind yet. Dermot, would you do me this favor?"
He looked at Dermot, not giving him a chance to refuse.
Dermot could feel that if he dared to say no, Randy would kill him on the spot. Even if it meant risking being caught by other families, Randy wouldn't let him live.
So Dermot could only nod and say, "Of course, I'd like to."
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