Chapter 176


    At this moment, Jennifer and Brian saw Kingsley as well. Thump!


    Stunned by the presence before them, they immediately tossed away the cleaning tools in their


    hands and fell on their knees simultaneously. "Mr. Nicholson and Dr. Kramer, we were wrong! We


    don''t want to clean the toilets anymore... Please plead with Dr. Lynch and Dr. Daniels for us. We''re


    really sorry for what we''ve done..."


    Kingsley shot a frosty and condescending look at the pair. He left right away, taking Alice by the


    hand while leaving Jennifer and Brian kneeling on the ground in a flood of tears. He refused to care


    about these sinister fools who abuse those who were down.


    Then, he reminded, "Alice, let me know if these people give you a hard time again. I''ll sort them out


    for you."


    Alice''s face broke into a smile. "Don''t you worry. I''m not the kind of person who puts myself at the


    mercy of others."


    "Is that so?" He squeezed her little hand. "Well, a surgeon''s hands indeed feel different. It''s soft and


    tender—"


    A blushing Alice retracted her hand and gently pounded Kingsley. "Stop it!" she chided. Then, she


    stopped in her tracks and feigned anger by saying, "Alright, just leave on your own. I won''t be


    seeing you off. I''ll be busy telling Keene what you did to me!"


    He let out a chuckle, knowing that she still had work to do. So, he gestured for her to make a move


    by nodding. "Alright, Alice. You should proceed with your work. I''lle again the day after


    tomorrow."


    After leaving Hill Crest Hospital, he drove straight to the construction site of the Nicholson Family


    Cemetery where the Summers Residence once was.


    As soon as Kingsley drove past the gate, his eyes instantly brightened as the cemetery''syout


    began to take shape. It was built inplete ordance with the standards of ancient imperial


    tombs. Not only was itplete with everything that included an enclosure, a sacred passageway,


    a pavilion housing, a stone tablet and ornamental columns, they were all made of materials of the


    highest quality. The main hall had yet to be built, but it was evident how much care and effort Leroy


    had exercised into the cemetery.


    After entering the internal construction site via a road lined with newly-nted trees, Kingsley saw


    Leroy at a nce. Wearing a safety helmet, Leroy was crouching on the ground and eating from a


    lunch box with a bunch of workers.


    When Leroy saw Kingsley''s car, he hurriedly ced his lunch box onto the ground that was covered


    with stic and stood up. "Mr. Nicholson!"


    The other workers also followed suit and respectfully addressed, "Mr. Nicholson."


    "Is this what you guys have for lunch?" Kingsley frowned slightly. "Hadn''t I told you before that you


    don''t have to be penny-pinching?"


    Leroy scratched his head with a silly grin. "It''s not about saving money. I just wanted to speed up


    the construction instead of wasting time on meals. Old Mr. and Mrs. Nicholson''s remains are still in


    the House of Mercy, so I want to work extra hours to finish building the cemetery as quickly as


    possible."


    Kingsley was inwardly moved by Leroy''s words, after which he patted Leroy on the shoulder with


    gratitude. "Thanks for the hard work."Copyright N?v/el/Dra/ma.Org.


    As soon as Kingsley had said so, Leroy knelt before him. "Mr. Nicholson, my sister has told me


    everything. Not only did you help us, the Johnsons, through the crisis, but you had even treated my


    father''s long-time illness. I can never repay the great kindness you''ve shown us!"


    "Alright, that''s enough. A guy shouldn''t be weeping like this." Kingsley pulled Leroy to his feet. Then,


    he deliberately and stoically advised, "Be more cautious about your meals. Be sure to follow the


    standard of 100 per meal for everyone. Also, starting from this afternoon, you no longer have to


    oversee the construction here."


    A stunned Leroy wiped his tears away and asked, "Mr. Nicholson, do you have other tasks for me..."


    "Yes, I do. Starting from this afternoon, you''ll have to go to the hospital to look after your father,"


    Kingsley said with a smile. "You''re not to return for work until he''s able to stand up on his own."


    "H-How can I do that?" Leroy waved his hands repeatedly. "I can only repay you by working hard


    over here. How can I—"


    Kingsley interrupted Leroy before Leroy could finish his sentence. "This is an order! Are you gonna


    go against it?"


    "I..." Leroy''s lips quivered as he shed tears of appreciation. "I got it, Mr. Nicholson. From now on, my


    life is entirely yours!"


    Kingsley waved his hand. "Cut it out, will you? That''s too sappy. Just go to the hospital after you''ve


    made the arrangements. I still have something else to deal with."


    "Yes, Mr. Nicholson!" Leroy bowed to Kingsley humbly with respect and admiration.


    Soon after, Kingsley drove to Building No.


    17 of the Coliree Group. By the time Kingsley arrived, Lancer had already been waiting downstairs


    upon learning the news of his arrival. "Boss, Hades is interrogating the Sweoyans. Would you like to


    take a look?" "Let''s go." Kingsley nodded. Then, he and Lancer took the elevator to the fourth floor


    where Jonas Kolstad and Karl Osberg were being imprisoned.


    As soon as they entered the interrogation room, they were greeted by the disturbing smell of blood.


    Walking to Hades'' side, Kingsley asked with a frown, "Did you torture them?"


    "Ares." Hades immediately stood up from his chair to give Kingsley a military salute before replying,


    "They had been stubborn and vowed not to betray Sweoya at first, but as soon as they were


    tortured, the one named Karl Osberg began to confess."


    Kingsley raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What did he confess?"