Chapter 792 He's Not Even Afraid of Death!
Harold was in a panic, watching Timothy raise his hand from his clothes.
He immediately started frantically moving backward.
But he had already lost his legs, and every movement took all his strength, relying only on his arms to support his upper body. "What... what are you doing here?"
Timothy took in all his movements and frowned slightly. "What else would I be doing? Checking the ward."
He glanced at the name tag at the foot of the bed and asked, "Mr. Campbell, when did you wake up? Why didn't Dr. Wheeler record that you were awake? Do you know him?"
This made Harold even more guilty, and he shrank back even more than before. "Don't come any closer! What exactly do you want?!"
He thought to himself, 'Where on earth is Percy? Why hasn't he come yet? If he doesn't come soon, I will be killed by this Timothy!'
He should have known, how could Timothy be so kind as to advance any medical expenses for him. Timothy was clearly in cahoots with Antonio and the others! Could it be that Timothy had already discovered his identity and came to Kill him?
"No... no way! I'll fight you, don't come any closer!" Harold's words made Timothy frown deeply. Looking at the cold sweat and terrified expression on Harold's face, a hint of suspicion flashed in his eyes.
"Mr. Campbell, what are you afraid of?" His cold gaze fixed on Harold, as if trying to see through his soul.
Hearing this address, Harold was stunned. "How could I be afraid?"
He wasn't even afraid of death!
Timothy raised an eyebrow slightly and pressed him back onto the hospital bed. "If there's nothing to be afraid of, then you should lie down and accept the examination. If something goes wrong..."
His tone paused, and Harold seemed to stop breathing.
In his tension, he heard Timothy's light voice continue. "Then you'll be the one to suffer."
Harold fell silent.
He gritted his teeth and didn't move. In this situation, if Timothy really wanted to do something to him, he had no chance of escaping.
He might as well see what Timothy wanted to do.
Timothy glanced at him and began to examine his body.
Timothy's fingers were long and even, and his unhurried movements seemed like he was sharpening a knife in Harold's eyes.
Harold wanted to struggle again.
"Mr. Campbell, with such serious injuries, it's better not to move around," Timothy said.
Harold panted, his tone somewhat suppressed. "Are you done with the examination?"
Timothy finished wiping his hands and picked up the medical record given by the nurse, flipping through it seriously. His deep-set brows seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, making it hard to read his thoughts. "The examination is done, but Mr. Campbell, you should still undergo a comprehensive check-up. I'll have the nurse schedule it later, and I'll personally oversee your condition. I'll come back to check on you tomorrow morning."
Harold took a deep breath, finally confirming that Timothy was indeed examining his body.
He forced a smile. "Well, thank you very much."
Timothy's expression remained unchanged, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
He didn't say anything more, gave a few instructions, and returned to his office.
Timothy was actually full of doubts, wondering why this Frank was so strange.
He seemed to have been awake for a while, but in the entire hospital, it seemed that no one knew about it except for Percy, who had already been taken away.
'Why? Could it be that he wasn't Frank?' He couldn't help but think.
Antonio left Timothy and went directly to a residence that James had found earlier.
This area was slated for demolition, and most of the original residents had already moved out. You couldn't see anyone during the day, and it was pitch dark at night.
The nurse who tried to harm Sarah was locked up here.
And he came tonight to personally interrogate Marissa.
The bodyguard opened the door, and the dim light illuminated the empty room. Marissa was huddled in a corner, trembling, her clothes filthy.
Antonio pulled up a chair and sat down, crossing his legs. The fine fabric of his suit pants wrapped around his well-shaped legs.
The air around him seemed to be tinged with a layer of coldness, exuding an intimidating aura.
The bodyguard dragged Marissa over and threw her to the ground.
Antonio looked down at her from above, his deep voice sharp. "Are you still not going to talk?"
Marissa, under his gaze, felt even more terrified. "I've already told you, I don't know what you mean. What you're doing is illegal detention, I can sue you!"
Antonio sneered. "Really? Then how long would you be sentenced for attempted murder? The test results of the liquid you tried to inject into Sarah are out."
His deep eyes fell on her, not in a hurry, his fingers tapping lightly on his crossed legs, as if counting the time.
This kind of silence was the hardest to endure and the most effective at breaking down someone's psychological defenses.
After a long time, beads of cold sweat appeared on Marissa's forehead.
Antonio's eyes flickered, and he spoke. "You don't talk, but someone else has. Your accomplice in the hospital has also been caught. He's smarter than you."
At this, he sneered, "Do you think we can't find out if you don't say anything? If you don't take this chance, then I'll have to hand you over to the police. Or, how about handing you over to Harold? If you don't want to go to the police, let him 'entertain' you."
As he spoke, he kept a close eye on Marissa's face. Sure enough, when she heard "Harold," her throat moved violently, and her eyelids trembled uncontrollably.
He knew it, Marissa was definitely sent by Harold.
Moreover, if he guessed correctly, there should be another mole in Unity Health Center.
Otherwise, Marissa wouldn't have dared to walk around the hospital in a nurse's uniform.
He had also checked her badge; it wasn't fake, it was from this hospital. It must have been given to her by the mole in the hospital using an old badge!
Antonio snorted coldly and took out his phone to make a call.
Marissa slowly raised her head, her eyes filled with uncertainty, and muttered, "No... it can't be, if he talked, his future would be ruined! How could he continue working in the hospital? And..."
Her voice trailed off.
She realized she had already exposed herself.
"You don't know anything?" Antonio's eyes almost blended into the darkness. He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed her neck, tightening inch by inch, lifting Marissa off the ground.
His rising tone was like a call from the Grim Reaper.
Marissa's pupils contracted sharply, and now she couldn't speak even if she wanted to.
It wasn't until Marissa's face turned pale that Antonio let go of her like throwing away trash, taking a tissue to wipe his hands carefully. "I'll give you one last chance."
Marissa coughed violently for a while, barely catching her breath before saying, "I don't know who you caught, but it was... it was Samuel Hughes from the OB-GYN department who helped me!"
She lowered her head, hiding her expression.
She had already been exposed, and could only use this method to temporarily divert Antonio's attention.
She didn't want to be caught by Harold!
If she went to the police, she might still have a chance to get out one day.
But if she fell into Harold's hands, that would be hell.
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