Chapter 511 It Doesn't Matter, Kenny Will Step In
Charles's surgery .
Charles's surgery lasted six hours and thirty-seven minutes.
When the doctor finally came out of the operating room, everyone immediately stood up and walked over.
"You can all rest easy; the surgery went very well. Now we just need to monitor the postoperative recovery," the doctor reassured them.
"Thank you so much for your hard work," Fiona said quickly.
The doctor nodded slightly.
Then, he turned and went back.
"It's going to be okay," Darwin said softly, comforting Fiona.
Fiona looked at him, her eyes brimming with tears and a smile as she nodded.
In the days that followed, Charles made it through the initial three days smoothly.
The five days of the supposed recovery period.
During this time, even the slightest discomfort would send Fiona and Darwin into high alert.
Fortunately, each time turned out to be a false alarm.
By the sixth day, Janna finally brought Chicago to see her brother.
Chicago ran up to her brother.
"Charles, do you feel better now?" she asked eagerly.
"Yeah, it won't be long before I can go home," Charles responded, nodding.
Chicago's face lit up. "At the new house, your room is all set up, and I even made you some pretty drawings. Once you're better, we can go back and see them together!"
"Great." Charles nodded again.
"And, Grandma said she'll come with us to the new house too. She really likes it there," Chicago chattered on, telling Charles all about what had been happening in the past few days.
Fiona watched this scene from the doorway, her eyes red with emotion.
Darwin walked over, approaching her from behind.
She turned back to look at him. "Look at her, she won’t stop talking the moment she sees her brother. We're not that talkative; who does she take after?"
Darwin chuckled, "Guess she takes after me then. Grandma always said I was a chatterbox when I was little."
"You really think..." Fiona was at a loss for words before continuing, "that everything Chicago does, good or bad, she inherits from you? You might want to dial down that pride."
Maybe it was the shared adversity.
During these seven or eight days of Charles's bone marrow transplant.
The distance between Darwin and Fiona had seemingly shrunk.
They could at least joke and tease each other more casually now.
"I'm just being honest," Darwin insisted.
Just then, Fiona's phone buzzed twice.
It was a message from Daren on WhatsApp.
Ever since the transplant day, Daren had been inquiring about Charles's condition daily.
"Ms. Fiona, is Charles doing alright today?" he asked.
"Everything's fine. How about you?" Fiona replied.
"I had math and physics tests today, and I've fallen quite behind, honestly," Daren confessed.
"There's still time. You can catch up if you study hard," Fiona encouraged him.
Daren sent an emoji of a nodding head in response.
"He's quite well-behaved," Darwin commented lightly.
Fiona nodded in response and pocketed her cell phone and continued addressing Chicago and Charles, "Steven was sent back to the local rehab facility; I made sure Daren never admitted any relation to him. But once Daren is out, it's highly likely he'll still be bothered by Steven."
After this ordeal, Steven probably wouldn't dare trouble her or Darwin again.
However, the situation with the Clarie family might be different.
"Then we just won't go back there."
Darwin had checked the town was impoverished and regressive in thought.
Though some large corporations had built factories nearby, there were no benefits for young people like the Daren siblings.
"I just don't know what they're thinking," Fiona murmured to herself.
Just yesterday, Daren had told her he was feeling a lot better and wanted to find a new place to move out.
They were all worried about taking advantage of her kindness.
Sometimes, dealing with overly considerate people can be exhausting.
"Right," Fiona glanced at the time. "Maria’s relatives should be getting out today, right?"
Mentioning this darkened Darwin's mood.
These people had caused trouble for Thalassa, bringing it right to his doorstep.
Thankfully, Chicago wasn't home then.
If they had scared his child, Chicago, he wouldn't care whose relatives they were.
A mere week in detention wouldn't be enough.
"Kenny will handle it; they won't dare go after Thalassa again," Darwin stated.
As evening approached, the Brad group, disheveled and in utter disarray, was released.
No one was there to pick them up.
Brad spat out a curse.
He was almost sure he'd been kicked hard enough by Kenny to vomit blood, but the check-up revealed nothing.
However, the pain was all too real.
"Brad, I don't see Maria anywhere; she didn't come," one of them complained.
Brad was fuming with nowhere to vent.
"These ruthless mother and daughter duo have made us suffer! We can't just let this go; we need to ask for more. They have to pay us for our emotional distress!"
"Yeah! We want compensation for emotional distress! Does anyone know where Thalassa's company is?"
"I was clever last time Maria took us to the site; I made a note of the address," one of them hurriedly interjected.
"Let's go there! We'll make a big deal out of this, let's see if she values money or her reputation more!"
As the group discussed their plans, about to hail a cab, two vans pulled up before them.
"Hey, look at those Mercedes!"
Before they could collect themselves, men stepped out of the vehicles and looked them over. "Which one of you is Brad?"
Brad was taken aback, then asked, "And who might you be?"
"You guys wanted money, right? My boss told me to pick you up so we could discuss it," the man said.
"Justin, right?"
The man didn't respond, showing a hint of impatience. "I'm in a hurry. Are you coming or not?"
"Let's go, let's go," Mrs. Shaw urged eagerly.
It seemed like Justin had managed to scrape together the cash, and he feared their continued troublemaking, so he buckled.
Regardless of how Thalassa's situation would be handled later, the priority was to get the money first.
The van raced through the city's broad streets.
The scenery around them grew increasingly desolate.
The passengers began to sense something was off.
"Hey, where are we heading? Weren't we supposed to discuss the payment? Where are you taking us to talk?"
The driver in front ignored them completely.
He jerked the steering wheel fiercely.
The van took a sharp turn, sending the few unbelted and half-standing passengers bumping into each other in panic.
"Honey, something's wrong!" Mrs. Shaw started to panic.
Brad also realized they might have walked into a trap.
"What's there to panic about? We've got numbers on our side. Can't we handle two drivers?"
He had barely finished speaking when the van screeched to a halt.
Brad's face slammed into the seat in front of him, and a warm fluid immediately began flowing from his nose.
"Honey, your nose is bleeding!" Mrs. Shaw exclaimed in shock.
Before they could react, the doors were flung open.
“Get out!“
"How the hell do you drive?" Brad roared.
However, his gaze turned outside.
It was almost completely dark.
Straight ahead was a massive factory, visibly abandoned.
In the twilight at day's end, it looked especially eerie and sinister.
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