Chapter 902 Vincent Harms Rhett
The nanny and the butler rushed into Avery's room, and when they turned on the light, they saw Rhett lying on Avery's bed, his head bleeding from a blow.
His hands were twisted in an unnatural position.
The nanny ran over, shocked and terrified. "Mrs. Murray, it's Mr. Murray, it's Mr. Murray..."
Avery looked stunned and shocked. "How is that possible? My room was locked! How did Rhett get in without saying anything? It was so scary, I thought it was a burglar, so I..."
Avery started crying as she spoke. "I grabbed the ornament from the table and hit him."
"Call an ambulance, quick!" the nanny shouted urgently and ran out to call for help.
Avery smirked, looking at the keys Rhett had dropped on the floor. It was clear this creep had tried to sneak in during the night, not expecting her to be so alert.
"Get him to the hospital," Avery shouted, pretending to be worried.
"Oh, my stomach hurts. I got so scared. Call an ambulance for me, too," Avery said, clutching her stomach and leaning against the wall, sitting down. She had to appear more injured than Rhett.
The next morning, Edgar, worried sick, finally waited until dawn and dragged Lyanna to Rhett's place.
Lyanna yawned and glanced at Edgar. "Mr. Cunningham, it's only six-thirty in the morning. The sun just came up."
"This is when burglars are out. Who steals at eight or nine?" Edgar lectured Lyanna.
Lyanna nodded, muttering under her breath. "Alright, you're the boss."
Edgar pulled Lyanna to Avery's place.
Even at this early hour, Avery's nanny was already cleaning the yard.
The owners weren't awake yet, wouldn't they be disturbed?
"Where's Rhett? Our place got robbed, and it's not safe. My boyfriend and I need to stay here for a while," Lyanna whispered.
The nanny shook her head. "Ms. Murray, you came at a bad time. Mrs. Murray and Mr. Murray are both at the hospital."
Lyanna was taken aback. "What?"
Edgar's face darkened with worry. "Why are they at the hospital? What happened to Avery?"
"Mrs. Murray is fine. It's Mr. Murray... He fell last night, hit his head, and was taken to the hospital," the nanny said, too embarrassed to mention that Avery had hit him.
Edgar sighed in relief. It couldn't be Avery who was hurt.
"Let's go to the hospital," Edgar said, pulling Lyanna along.
"My sis-in-law is really something," Lyanna said, a bit in awe of Avery. She had a feeling Rhett's fall wasn't that simple.
"Watch your mouth," Edgar warned, glaring at Lyanna.
"Sis-in-law..." Lyanna took a deep breath, her survival instincts kicking in. "I have to call your wife my sis-in-law, right?"
Edgar raised an eyebrow, feeling quite pleased. "Alright then."
He accepted Lyanna calling Avery "sis-in-law", which meant she was acknowledging his wife.
When Edgar and Lyanna arrived at the Capital Hospital, Rhett was still unconscious. They heard he had a concussion and was still in a coma, with both hands broken. It didn't look like a simple fall.
"This fall is quite strange. Head first, but how did his hands break?" the doctor muttered. "The injury is on the back of his head..."
"Don't worry about it," Ryan said in a low voice. "The patient woke up briefly and said he fell. What are you investigating?"
The doctor nodded. "Alright."
Edgar rushed over, blocking Ryan. "What happened?"
Ryan gave Edgar a meaningful look. "See for yourself. It's not a light fall."
Edgar, both gloating and worried about Avery, entered the room to find her sitting by the bed, perfectly fine, accompanying Rhett, who was wrapped in bandages.
"How did he end up like this?" Edgar asked.
"Who knows," Avery said calmly.
"Really don't know?" Edgar looked at Avery suspiciously.
"I locked the door before bed, but someone picked the lock and came in during the night. I thought it was a burglar, so I hit him. How was I supposed to know it was Rhett?" Avery said innocently.
Edgar stifled a laugh and gave Avery a thumbs-up.
Why didn't she just kill this pervert?
Avery smirked and said nothing more.
Lyanna, standing nearby, was shocked. Her eyes were filled with admiration, surprise, and a mix of complex emotions as she looked at Avery.
"Avery..." Lyanna said cautiously. "You're amazing. I think I might like you. Do you mind girls' love?"
Avery glanced at Lyanna, then at Edgar.
Edgar gritted his teeth and spoke disdainfully. "Think before you speak."
Lyanna stood up straight, scared.
Edgar, feeling annoyed, positioned himself between Lyanna and Avery. Avery's assistant was already hard enough to deal with, and now there was Lyanna.
"I don't really mind," Avery said with a smirk.
Lyanna looked at Avery excitedly. "His hands..."
"Both hands are broken. I thought he was a burglar and was afraid he'd hurt me, so I broke his hands first," Avery said calmly.
Lyanna's admiration was almost overflowing.
She was moved to tears.
Finally, someone could handle this pervert, Rhett.
In the Bellagio Hotel, Vincent got up from bed, his robe loose, still groggy.
Clearly, he hadn't slept enough.
He picked up his phone and answered. "This better be important."
"Mr. Hamilton, Rhett's in the hospital. Today's meeting is canceled."
Vincent paused. "Who put him in the hospital?"
"I heard... he fell," the assistant said awkwardly.
Vincent laughed. "Buy some fruit. Let's go visit him."
Vincent was delighted to see Rhett's misery.
He fell on his own? Karma, indeed.
Vincent wanted to play with the Murray family like a cat with a mouse. He wasn't in a hurry to destroy them, preferring to torment them bit by bit.
To make Beck suffer, he had to start with his most beloved son.
Beck valued his sons over his daughters, and Rhett was his favorite.
In the Capital Hospital, Avery stayed by Rhett's side, and Edgar and Lyanna were there too.
When Rhett woke up, he wanted to lash out at Avery, but there were too many people in the room.
Just as he was about to ask Edgar and Lyanna to leave so he could deal with Avery, Vincent walked in with his entourage.
Vincent brought a fruit basket and a flower basket, filled with white flowers, a rather morbid choice.
Rhett's mouth twitched, but he forced a smile. "Mr. Hamilton, why did you come personally... It's just a minor injury."
Rhett tried to sit up, but with his broken hands, he winced in pain.
"Don't, don't," Vincent said, rushing over and gripping his hand, slowly applying pressure.
Rhett yelped in pain. "It hurts."
Vincent looked shocked. "You hit your head, how did your hands get hurt too?"
Rhett, wanting to save face, couldn't admit Avery had hit him. He gritted his teeth. "I slipped in the shower..."
"You slipped... hit your head, and broke both hands?" Vincent looked even more shocked. "Mr. Murray, you really know how to fall. This is quite a twisted position..."
How dark and twisted must his fall have been to end up like this?
Edgar couldn't hold back his laughter. Vincent's words were too cutting.
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