Chapter 20 Kidnapped the Person He Liked

The odour of disinfectant water rushed into her nose sharply.
Some conservation noise was mingled with some people talking in low voice.
Sandra opened her eyes, puzzled completely.
It seemed some people were murmuring.
"The patient suffers from malnutrition. You are too careless as her husband. Stomach bleeding is never a small case, which can result in up to 8 percent of death rate. And the patient has also congenital pain and anhidrosis, so that she can't feel the pain herself. Thus, it makes her situation more dangerous."
At the bedside, a tall person had a hand on the handle and the other in the pocket, handsomely.
Sandra could see more and more clearly, and gazed at the person's back.
It seemed that he felt her gaze and frowned his eyebrows to the doctor impatiently.
"Okay, I know. You can leave now."
His tall build carried strong power and left the doctor speechless. He had to leave, shaking his head.
Clinton turned back to see her pale face.
"Malnutrition? Did we the Greens starve, or what?"
His tone was still bad.
Sandre looked down.
"No."
What can she say? Should she tell him that to go between all different parties with him, she had to drink a lot and then threw up and then drink again, which was exactly the reason that caused it.
No, he wouldn't listen to it.
"If no, why do you look like a dead person?"
Clinton was too angry to speak in friendly tone.
Her eyelashes shivered and she didn't reply. The door was pushed open.
An elegant voice sounded while he was walking in slowly, gentle but authoritative.
"I though who could be so bold to raise his voice in public area in the hospital. It is you, Mr. Green."
Sandra looked up and struggled to sit up.
"Brother..."
She whispered and then stopped. She turned to look at Clinton carefully.
The man's face looked like crap.
John behaved like he was in a place with nobody around. It seemed that he didn't know Clinton sent people to kill him just two days ago. He totally ignored his presence and sat at her bedside.
His palm was on her shoulder to stop her struggling of sitting up, and said gently.
"Lay down."
Clinton's eyes were gazing at his hand on Sandra's shoulder, his killing mood was even more intensified.
For a moment, he even wanted to chop off his hands.
John sensed the ruthless demeanor behind him by instinct.
He looked undisturbed and even put on a faint smile.
It seemed that he wasn't totally careless of his sister, as he expected.
If that was the case, then it was even easier to handle.
He turned back normally, raised his eyebrow.
"I want to have a word with my sister. I think Mr. Green won' t be interested in what we are going to talk about, will you?"
Obviously, he wanted him to leave.
Clinton's anger was intensified immediately.
How dare he be so intimate to his woman in front of him, and even wanted him to leave?
His fist was in the air already, but he saw Sandra was shaking her head to him, begging.
"Sir, can you please leave a moment for the sake of Ms. Lee, can't you?"
She was addressing him as "Sir" carefully.
Clinton could tell how he felt about it, as it seemed his fist hit on a cotton.
Damn it, if it was not because Charlize was still in her hand.
He put down his hand and left.
Sandra then turned to her brother, assured.
John was more haggard than last time.
"Brother, did you have any troubles?
John didn't want to keep it from her.
"Since last time I released you, the senior members started to make a fuss out of it. Recently, Clinton sent someone to destroy out place... You know I just took over those in the Wilsons. All did give me the headache."
Sandra felt guilty, with her fingers holding the corner of the blanket tightly. After a long pause, she determined to look up.
"Brother, take me back to the Wilsons."
Since Jon Wilson was killed by her.
No matter how they will do to her, if only it would make two families patched up, she would like to do anything.
"Nonsense! I won't let anyone hurt you!"
John shut her up seriously. "Let alone to say, the feud between two families has existed since long, which can't be solved by you solely."
Sandra looked at the door to ensure nobody could hear them and then lowered her voice.
"Brother, don't worry. The pressure you felt at the Wilson will be released soon. Sir agreed to sign the truce agreement with you in 3 days."
"Truce?"
John didn't pretend that he was totally surprised. "How could he sign the truce based on his characteristics? What did you agree to exchange for it?"
Sandra stumbled for a while and then told him the truth.
'I .. I kidnapped his loved one."