Chapter 891 Catching the Culprit
When he got back, Hannah was still parked in the same spot as when he left.
Austin handed her the tea and said, "Hey, drink up. You've been crying non-stop these days. If you don't hydrate, you're gonna dry up like a raisin."
He was half-joking, but he really did care.
Hannah knew he meant well and felt kinda bad about it. Without overthinking, she took the tea and sipped it, only to pull back 'cause it was scorching hot.
Austin quickly took it back, "Oh shoot, my bad. I forgot it was just boiled."
Hannah just shook her head, staying quiet.
Austin set the tea on the bedside table, waiting for it to cool down before giving it to her again.
So much had gone down lately. She couldn't sleep, eat, or even drink properly.
After a sip, she realized how parched she was and chugged the whole glass.
Seeing her finish, Austin let out a sigh of relief.
"It's super late, I should bounce! You need to crash too. Don't wait till Charles wakes up and you pass out."
Hannah nodded, "Yeah, I know."
Austin got up, moved the stool back, opened the sofa bed for Hannah, grabbed a blanket from the closet, and set it up.
"Alright, bed's ready! Once I'm out, you should hit the sack."
"Okay, thanks!" Hannah said, and Austin left, closing the door behind him.
Not long after he left, Hannah's eyelids got heavy. She shook her head, but she was still super sleepy, like her eyelids were made of lead.
She slapped her face a couple of times to stay awake.
She didn't wanna sleep, so why was she so tired now? Maybe her body was just done after not sleeping for so long.
Hannah propped herself up, tucked Charles's hand under the blanket, and stumbled to the sofa bed.
She didn't even bother taking off her clothes. She just crashed and passed out.
Time ticked by slowly.
The hospital room was dead quiet.
Who knows how long it had been when there was a knock on the door.
The knocking went on for a minute. When no one answered, the person slowly pushed the door open, peeked inside, and, seeing that the drug had worked and Hannah was out cold, walked in, closed the door, and locked it.
The room's light was on.
He reached out and turned it off.
The room went dark, with just a sliver of moonlight coming through the window.
The intruder, Trevor Perry, masked up and gloved, tiptoed to the bedside, looking at the sleeping Charles with a creepy smile.
He didn't act right away but scoped out the room first.
He quickly spotted a red dot.
It was a surveillance camera.
Wyatt had set it up after Charles was admitted.
He walked up to the camera, made a mocking gesture, and then turned it off.
After making sure the camera was off, he walked to the sofa bed and squatted down to check if Hannah was really out.
He lightly patted her face twice.
Hannah didn't budge. She was out cold.
After making sure she wouldn't wake up, he stood up and slowly walked to the ventilator.
Even though Charles's life was saved, he still needed that ventilator to keep going.
If someone yanked the plug, Charles would be a goner in less than ten minutes.
Trevor followed the ventilator's cord to the outlet.
He glanced down at Charles, then, without a second thought, unplugged the ventilator.
All the lights on the machine went dark instantly.
Charles, who had been lying there quietly, started thrashing around in pain. His hands clawed at the air, his whole body tensing up.
Sweat beads popped up all over his forehead.
His chest was heaving like crazy.
His face went from pale to red, like someone drowning, unable to catch a breath, with a lump of air stuck in his chest.
Trevor didn't bail right away. He stood by the bed, watching Charles's face twist in agony from suffocation.
He was waiting. Waiting for Charles to stop breathing.
He had to make sure Charles was dead before he could split.
Everything seemed to be going smoothly. Charles's face was turning a deep red when the door suddenly got kicked open from the outside.
Realizing things had gone south, Trevor bolted to the balcony, planning to climb to the next room and make his escape.
But then, his wrist got grabbed.
The person who grabbed him was none other than Charles, who had almost suffocated.
At that moment, Charles had his eyes open, his right hand gripping Trevor's wrist with a strength that seemed like it could crush bones. Charles didn't look like someone who had been in a coma for ages.
Trevor was stunned to see Charles awake.
But before he could process it, two bodyguards rushed in and pinned him down from both sides.
Charles let go of Trevor's wrist, clutching his chest with his left hand, lying on his side on the bed, gasping for air.
Martin, Maximilian, Randy, and Wyatt rushed in from outside.
Seeing Charles awake, they were first shocked, then quickly sprang into action. Martin immediately ran over, helped him up from the bed, and leaned him against himself.
Martin asked, "Charles, how are you? You feeling okay?"
Randy dashed to the doctor's office to get help.
Wyatt quickly plugged the ventilator back in, turned it on, and handed the mask to Martin, "Mr. Watson probably can't breathe. Get this on him, quick."
Martin took the mask and placed it over Charles's nose.
After inhaling the oxygen, Charles's face slowly went from deep red to just red.
Seeing Charles in such pain, Martin felt a pang of distress, his eyes turning red.
Martin asked again, "Charles, how do you feel?"
Charles looked at him weakly, opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, but before he could make a sound, he closed his eyes and passed out again.
"Charles? Charles?" Martin shook his shoulders anxiously, trembling with fear.
For the first time in over a decade, he felt helpless and scared.
He was both angry and regretful.
Angry at his own powerlessness.
Regretful for not coming in sooner, causing Charles to suffer again.
Seeing Charles in such pain, Maximilian was fuming. He walked up to the assassin and ripped off his hat and mask.
Maximilian sneered, "Got the guts to do it but not to show your face? If you're brave enough to hurt people, why not show your true face?"
As the mask and hat came off, Trevor's face was fully exposed.
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