Chapter 509


    Despite her uneasiness, Charmine was reminded of the elderly man sitting behind her. She dwelled no


    more on the difort and focused on racing toward the hospital.


    They eventually arrived at Royal Hospital 15 minutester. Dr. Weir got down from the motorbike and


    took off his helmet. “Oh, we’re here?” he muttered.


    So soon?


    He wanted to enjoy more of the city breeze, wanting to zip past more cars stuck in the traffic… 1


    Charmine parked the motorbike as she replied, “What? You liked it?” “Of course! No wonder the


    youngsters like to ride this thing. I find it more exciting than ying checkers!” gushed Dr. Weir, unable


    to avert his eyes from Charmine’s motorbike. “I’ll teach you how to ride it when I have time,” said


    Charmine. It was not like she was buttering up to Dr. Weir-Charmine truly meant it. It was rare to meet


    an old man who liked motorbikes. Her four Uncles had been telling her off about riding the bike for god


    knows how many years… Dr. Weir’s eyes lit up. “Okay, deal!” Upstairs, at Royal Hospital… It had been


    more than half an hour since Charmine left. Amelia waited for her. Knowing Charmine was the Jordans’


    only hope, she did not fight back after Charmine pushed her away. Who would have thought that


    Charmine ran away! She whined, “I think Charmine came back to screw things up!” “Hah… That’s very


    likely! She hates the Jordan family, so she came back to screw things up. She doesn’t want us to get


    the ten million!” Lily jumped up as the realization hit her. If Charmine did note, they would have


    gotten the 10 million-offer from Julian!


    s…


    Hubert scoffed at Senior Jordan, “Senior Jordan, your granddaughter ran away. You should apologize.”


    Senior Jordan looked at the time, and a hint of worry and confusion appeared in his eyes. He believed


    that Charmine would not leave him… Had something happened to her? “What? Still not giving in? If


    you’re not kneeling, I won’t treat your grandson no matter what you say,” asserted Hubert with an


    impatient and arrogant tone. 1


    Julian looked at the phone with no reply. He did not know how Conor was doing.


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    Regardless, the time was up, and Charmine had lost. He crossed his legs elegantly as he reminded,


    “Senior Jordan, now is your only chance to save your grandson.”


    “Right, this is thest chance I’m offering you. If you don’t take it, your grandson will stay in


    the vegetative state forever. An old and useless man like you will feel guilty and helpless by his bed


    until you die!” cursed Hubert, loudly and haughtily. “Nonsense!”


    Two loud and clear sybles rang in the air.


    That voice…


    When Hubert turned to look, his eyes widened with disbelief.


    It was his teacher, Dr. Senior John Weir!


    “Dr. Weir, you—”


    Before Hubert could finish his sentence, Dr. Weir marched to him and swung his palm across his face.


    p!


    The loud p resonated in the ward.


    Hubert staggered a few meters backward and ended up falling onto the floor.


    Thuck!


    He gently grasped his burning cheek with fresh blood oozing out his mouth, shock still evident in his


    eyes. “W—Why did you p me, Dr. Weir?” Hubert had been under Dr. Weir’s tutge ever since he


    was young, and while he had punished him before, it was only by hitting his arm with a ruler. Dr. Weir


    never pped him before. Why did he p him out of the blue?