“Well, you’re right.”


    Sitting on the bed, Vivian Mond slowly hung her head and didn’t ask any more questions, but her haggard face was loaded with worry.


    More than five hours had passed, and with no word from Morris Cheal, Vivian Mond smelled a vague hint of unease.


    With his ability, it shouldn’t have taken this long to be handled properly.


    “You should lie down, there is still something on you.”


    Destinee, worried about Vivian Mond, helped her to lie down on the bed.


    Vivian Mond then asked, “Where’s Issac Shaw, did you arrange for a doctor?”


    In the back of the mountain, she only stopped Issac Shaw’s bleeding, but did not take out the bullet from the wound, his injury, still need to call a doctor.


    “The family doctor is already working on his wounds, you need not worry.”


    Destiny sighed, “You, now you just need to take care of yourself. The kitchen is already making you some porridge, bring it overter for you to eat.”


    “Thank you, Destiny.”


    Vivian Mond looked at her and thanked her sincerely.


    “You should, you don’t have to be so polite with me.”


    Destinee, carrying the medicine box, smiled gently and turned to leave the bedroom.


    The moment the door closed, Vivian Mond’s smiling face copsed, reced by a thick, lingering worry and anxiety.


    Her right eyelid had been throbbing this afternoon, and she felt an inexplicable sense of panic and nervousness.


    This small physical abnormality is tormenting her all the time, as if there are several ants crawling around in her body, but how can not get rid of, that feeling is crazy.


    Shey on the bed and looked out the window, the night sky was full of stars, all she could hear was the sound of the wind rolling the leaves, stirring up the inner peace.


    Morris, you must be good.


    Half an hourter, Vivian Mond got up from bed, walked downstairs, looked at Destiny and Trent Stone sitting in the living room and others, she could not help but ask: “Where is Morris, no news yet?”


    Even standing by the railing on the second floor, Vivian Mond could smell the thick nicotine smelling from the first floor lobby, so you can imagine how much they had smoked.


    I’m sure they were just as irritable and full of worry as she was.


    Trent Stone twisted the cigarette butt in his hand in the ashtray and stood up, while walking towards the window, pushing it open to disperse the smell of smoke, while saying: “A brother just came to say that Mike Cheal was seriously injured and taken away by Anthony, isn’t Issac Shaw still in aa in the second floor guest room? The core people are not there, the boss should be fine.”


    Heforted Vivian Mond.


    But these words made Vivian Mond’s heart sink and sink.


    As if a stone thrown in a deep pool, falling again and again, but never reach the bottom of the cold pool, just keep falling, tormented.


    She looked at the people in the living room and noticed that they all looked ufortable. Vivian Mond did not want to add to their confusion, so she slightly jawed and forced a smile, “This is the good news, the ‘main force’ is not here, Morris must be fine. I’m sure the brothers are off celebrating and drinking somewhere.”


    Celebrating and drinking?


    How could that be?


    After all, it was her and his wedding day, and Morris Cheal would have contacted her as soon as things were done.


    Vivian Mond didn’t want to burden them, so after she finished, she said, “I’m going to check on Issac Shaw, which room is he in?”


    “West side, the room on the far side of the west side.” Trent Stone pointed in the direction of the west side of the second floor.Content (C) N?v/elDra/ma.Org.


    “Okay, I’ll go over and check it out.”


    Standing on the railing, Vivian Mond walked toward the west side until her figure disappeared by the stairway of the second floor corridor, and when she was sure that the people on the first floor could not see her figure, Vivian Mond’s body went weak and subconsciously reached out to hold the wall.