Chapter 793 Dad, Are You Okay?
Antonio squinted his eyes, turned around, and said, "Send her to Larry, he'll handle it."
The next morning, he went to the hospital's obstetrics department.
Samuel was having breakfast when he saw Antonio walk in suddenly, looking like he was there to cause trouble.
He was puzzled, "Mr. White? Is there something you need?"
This was a family member of his patient, so he certainly recognized him, and this couple was also friends with Timothy.
"Yes, there is." Antonio raised an eyebrow, "Dr. Hughes, are you available?"
"Yes, but Mrs. White is already fine and has returned to Capital City. Is there another issue?" He naturally assumed that Antonio's urgent visit was related to Sarah's pregnancy.
Antonio looked at his flawless expression and frowned.
He asked in a deep voice, "Dr. Hughes, did you give my wife any special medication the day before yesterday? I mean, the kind that uses a syringe."
The question was direct, and Samuel was momentarily stunned. " Are you joking? I've never prescribed any syringe medication."
Antonio looked into his eyes, seeing no signs of lying.
So, it was Marissa who was lying.
His frown deepened, and after a moment of contemplation, he asked, "Dr. Hughes, did anyone around you do anything unusual?"
Seeing Antonio's serious expression, Samuel guessed that there might be something wrong with Sarah's health and began to recall seriously.
After all, nothing is more important than a human life.
"There was indeed something unusual that happened the day before yesterday."
"I don't usually contact my colleagues outside of work, but somehow, Dr. Wheeler suddenly came to me and insisted on having lunch together."
He glanced at Antonio's expression and touched his nose, "So I went with him."
"Dr. Wheeler?"
"Yes, but he was taken away for investigation yesterday for accepting bribes." Samuel sighed heavily, "If you put it that way, I can't be sure if he took money from someone to do something bad to Mrs. White."
After all, someone who couldn't uphold basic moral standards was capable of anything.
Antonio's lips pressed into a thin line, "I understand."
Soon, he went to Percy's office with his bodyguard.
A nurse was organizing patient records.
"Wait," Antonio called out.
The nurse looked at Antonio, who had suddenly walked in. She recognized him as the handsome guy she had seen in Timothy's office before and was a bit flustered, "Sir, is there something you need?"
Antonio glanced at her, "What are you holding?"
"These are the patients Dr. Wheeler was responsible for. I need to reassign them to other doctors."
He nodded slightly, his eyes flickering, "Mr. Reed asked me to see if there's anything you need help with. Do you need my help?"
"No!" The young nurse quickly shook her head, "I can handle it myself."
Antonio smirked, took his hand out of his trouser pocket, and casually flipped through the records, his eyes quickly scanning the pages, "This stuff looks dull and tedious. Your job must be tough."
"It's not tough."
Standing so close, his presence made her nervous. Antonio was incredibly handsome, but she had seen him with the pregnant Sarah before, so he was clearly married.
The nurse stepped back a bit.
While she was nervous, Antonio had already flipped to the back of the records.
His eyes paused on the page labeled "Frank."
His fingers tightened suddenly, leaving a deep crease on the page.
The nurse noticed his unusual expression and was about to say something when Antonio turned and walked out of the office with determined steps.
He had suspected Frank's identity before! How could it be such a coincidence that Frank had both legs broken?
But if there were people in the hospital cooperating with Harold, then everything made sense. They had prepared a fake identity in advance and brought Harold in for treatment openly!
Antonio figured it all out, his knuckles cracking with anger, cursing himself for not realizing it sooner.
He quickly reached "Frank's" ward.
He forcefully pushed the door open, his fierce expression momentarily freezing, but the hospital bed was empty.
Antonio was about to turn and leave when Timothy walked in with a medical record, "You're here? I have something to discuss with you."
He couldn't bother to listen to anything else and pointed at the bed, "Where is the man with both legs broken?"
Timothy raised an eyebrow, "Why are you looking for him?"
Antonio gritted his teeth, "If I'm not mistaken, he's not Frank at all! He's Harold!"
"Harold?" Timothy's brow furrowed as he opened the medical record in his hand. "But it is indeed strange. I heard he was injured at a construction site, but today's detailed examination showed that his leg injuries weren't caused by being crushed, but by..."
Antonio looked up sharply, eager for an answer. "By what?"
"By an explosion." Timothy handed him the examination report, "I also checked the initial rescue records. There were traces of gunpowder in his wounds, which can't be faked."
He had found "Frank's" reactions odd the night before, so he had deliberately ordered a thorough examination, and it turned out to be revealing.
Antonio looked at the report, realizing it was Harold, his eyes gradually turning bloodshot.
He had searched almost all of Marshall City, and who would have thought Harold was hiding in plain sight, receiving treatment?
Antonio was enveloped in a cold, sharp aura, his dark eyes like a stormy sea, filled with impending doom. His voice was chillingly deep.
"Where is he?" Antonio asked.
"Don't worry, he hasn't escaped. He's still in the examination room over there, unconscious." Timothy replied.
In the darkness, Harold opened his eyes.
He found himself in pitch blackness, confused. Wasn't he taken for an examination in the morning? Had he slept until night?
But it was very quiet around him, and he instinctively thought he was back in his ward, feeling relieved.
It seemed Timothy hadn't discovered anything.
If Antonio knew how comfortable he was now, he'd be furious, right?
Thinking of that scene, Harold felt immensely pleased.
But the next moment,
"My dear dad, how are you?" Antonio's cold, ghostly voice echoed in the darkness, magnified infinitely, sounding like the devil to Harold.
"Antonio!" Harold exclaimed. How could it be him?
"What?" Antonio sneered, the sarcasm in his voice even more pronounced in the pitch-black environment, "You're my dad, aren't you happy to see me?"
Hearing that, Harold couldn't help but think, 'Antonio has found me! Percy must have betrayed me! It is over, everything is over.'
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