His Precious Love

Chapter 201 Such A Troublemaker

At a private hospital in Hallsbay, Ringo was pacing up and down the hallway restlessly.

He rushed forward the moment the ward door was pushed open. “How is he?” he asked the doctor who had stepped out.

“Things are not looking good for him,” the doctor said heavily and glanced at the ward. It wasn’t hard to tell that the man lying on the hospital bed was in a lot of pain by the frown on his deathly pale face.

Ringo’s heart fell. “How much time does he have left?” he croaked.

“That will depend on Mr. Hamilton himself,” said the doctor. “He’ll have at least three more years if he stays in the hospital and keeps a cool head. Or he’ll be gone in a year if he keeps tiring himself out. What news did Mr. Hamilton see that caused him to cough up blood and faint that night? He’ll be gone in half a month if he keeps that up.”

Ringo’s face darkened.

What else? It’s that woman!

“Please look after him, doctor. I know you’re the best out there.”

The doctor sighed. “I’m incapable of treating his illness no matter how good I am. Did you find the plant I told you about that can regenerate cells? There will be hope for Mr. Hamilton if we can get our hands on the plant.”

Ringo replied a beat later, “No.”

Truth be told, they had found a big patch of the plant some time ago. However, Jefferson had ordered his men to destroy it because he was mad at Rayna for helping Curtis out. And with that, he had also killed his only hope of survival.

“Well, that’s too bad,” said the doctor. “But now that I think about it, it makes sense. How could a plant with cell-regenerating abilities exist in this world? It’s against the laws of heaven!”

The doctor left to carry out his duties after saying a few more words.

Ringo entered the ward.

He couldn’t bear to watch Jefferson suffer. The latter looked as if he would die at any moment.

“Belle…” the man lying on the hospital bed called out gently in his sickly state.

At that moment, Ringo’s temper flared, and he punched the wall.

Rayna! Mr. Hamilton is a talented young man with a bright future ahead of him. Why does he insist on hanging around this one woman?

a tall, ferocious-looking man walked into the

let him watch the news, and he’s not allowed to use his laptop and phone,” Ringo instructed. He had to make

if Mr. Hamilton

display only? Can’t you think for yourself?” Ringo sneered. “Should I check if your

The man felt a chill down his spine. “I know

the ward and spoke in a low voice. “I’m going overseas in a few days. Tell Violet to keep an eye on Ms. Garland and don’t let Mr.

about I send some of my people over to keep an eye on Ms. Garland?

need me to teach you?” asked

her immediately!” The man pulled his

don’t have a

and caught a fever. James quickly sent her to the hospital, as her temperature was high. However, her fever persisted for three days even after she received the

even the most experienced doctors. They kept running over to check on her condition and gave her an injection every few hours. Almost her whole arm had been pricked by

Jeremy rushed over to give

on the verge of tears. “Why

wake up tomorrow,” Jeremy replied

out of

are you doing?” Linda quickly stopped him. “This man saved your sister. You should at

said James scornfully. “You know exactly why my sister is in such

is indeed in

Rayna to be so triggered by Curtis’ actions. She probably would have brain damage if

It’s all Curtis’ fault.

him. How could he treat her like a fool? Tell Mr. Faymon never to show himself in front of my sister again, or else no one can protect him from me if I want to beat him

Jeremy sighed.

angry. There was nothing he could say or do about the

picked up his medical kit and left. On his way out, he ran

are

her way over, looking

now. I

to hear.” Kristie felt relieved. “Wyatt has told me everything. Curt is too much. He should have told Rayna directly

for the job since she’s smart. Moreover, he’s probably forcing her to

never forced me

think why Curtis only sees you as a kid.” Jeremy smiled. “Because you’re not his type. He’s not

pouted unhappily. “I