Chapter 865 He was Badly Injured
Chapter 865 He was Badly Injured
She was reassured by this thought.
That night, however, she had not been able to sleep well.
She did not know why, but she felt as if a stone had been pressed against her heart, and she was
about to vomit.
Queeny was woken up in the middle of the night.
There was a sound of quick footsteps outside. She got out of bed and ran to the window to have a look.
The whole castle was ablaze with lights, and cars and people were rushing about outside in a hurry
and a panic.
She looked at the time with a feeling of foreboding. It was just three in the morning.
At this time, Ella probably heard the noise and ran in from outside.
She was still in her nightgown, with only a thin coat over it.
Seeing her leaning over the window, Ella cried, “Miss Horton, how are you? Are you alright?”
Queeny turned to her with worried eyes. “What’s going on out there?”
Ella cried out, “I don't know. It seems that someone has dropped a bomb on the town and there will be
a war!”
Queeny was stunned.
A war?
How was that possible?
Everyone knew this was Felix’s territory, and although the Dragon Club's regiment had been in decline
for two years, it was not so much that it could be trampled on.
She raised her eyebrows and asked, “Where’s Felix?”
Ella looked as if she was about to cry. She said with a trembling voice, “I was just about to say that. I
was woken up just now, and I heard that Mr. Bissel had come back and was badly injured, so I came in
to look for you.”
Queeny was shocked.
She said in a ow voice, “Injured? When did this happen?”
“I don't know. I was just hearing it.”
“Where is he?”
“He has been sent back.”
As soon as Ella finished, the woman in front of her ran out.
Startled, she exclaimed, “Miss Horton, that wound on your leg...”
Queeny could not care less about her injuries at the moment.
All she could think about was Felix getting hurt.
He was badly hurt?
How could that be?
What happened to the security detail? Who would do that to him that fast?
Her heart was beating so fast that she was soon up the stairs of the main building.
Only then did she notice that the corridor on the second floor was full of people, not only Donald and
Ford but even Irvin, who had gathered around the bedroom door.
She turned pale for a moment and walked over quickly.
“Where is he?”
Seeing her, Ford said respectfully, “He’s in the bedroom.”
Queeny was about to walk in when Irvin grabbed her.
Irvin looked deeply at her and said, “He was injured by a bomb. They came prepared, so he was badly
injured this time. But don't worry too much. We've got the best doctors to operate on him. Since it was
not safe to go to the hospital at this time, we had to find a makeshift operating room. Besides the
doctor, Donald was in there looking after him. Don't panic. If you have to go in there, change your
clothes first.”
He said, and had a sterile suit brought.
Queeny just put it on without thinking. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.
When she was fully dressed, she turned to Irvin and asked, “Is that all right now?”
Irvin nodded.
Ford, who was waiting at the door, let her in.
Queeny had been Felix’s bedroom before.
But this time, even after only a few days, she felt like she was in a strange and cold world, somewhere
she had never been before.
A large board had been placed on the bed in the middle of the bedroom, covered with white sheets and
surrounded by white curtains.
Even beneath her feet, she could see there was a temporary layer.
There was a faint smell of disinfectant in the room, and one could imagine that they had been back for
a while.
At this moment, Donald was standing beside the bed, with a worried and distressed look on his face.
On the other side of the bed, a foreign doctor and his two assistants were working intently on the man
in the bed.
They were so absorbed that they didn't even notice the sudden appearance of a person in the room.
Queeny walked by in silence.
Donald finally saw her and said softly, “Miss Horton, there you are.”
Queeny did not say anything.
She didn't even look at him.
Her eyes were fixed on the man lying on the bed.
His face was as white as paper, and his clothes had been stripped off to reveal gaping wounds.
The wounds were on his shoulder, his stomach, his legs, his arms, all over his body.
Even his head was bandaged.
The man, who had been strong and domineering, lay there like a lifeless piece of paper, unconscious.
Her tears came up at once.
But Queeny kept them from rolling out of their sockets.
She knew that at this time, she could not cry.
In the midst of chaos, and Felix was in such a state, her crying was not only useless, but also disturbed
others and made them more panic.
So she had to be strong.
She turned to Donald and whispered, “What did the doctor say?”
She knew the doctor would come and say something.
Donald said quietly, “Not deadly, but it's not that easy. We'll see after the operation.”
Queeny nodded.
She took a deep breath, watched him for a moment, and then silently withdrew.
Everyone was still out there.
As she came out, they anxiously rushed forward to inquire after Felix.
Queeny didn’t answer them. She just looked at Ford and said quietly, “What happened today?”
Ford didn't look good either.
After all, Felix went out with him and his escort.
But now he and his team were fine, while Felix was badly injured, which made no sense.
Therefore, he was in a very bad mood.
He'd rather have the shrapnel stuck in him.
But he would answer Queeny's question.
It was too crowded for him, however, so he said quietly, “Miss Horton, may I have a word with you?”
Then he led her down the corridor.
Queeny said nothing and followed him.
At the end of the corridor, Ford stopped, turned and whispered, “We've been ambushed.”
Queeny frowned. “What do you mean?”
Ford said quietly, “Mr. Bissel was taking me to the next town to make a business deal, but it was too
late to come back tonight, so we planned to go back tomorrow morning.”