President’s Sweet Wife

Chapter 866 All Fake

“But when we all went to bed that night, there was an explosion in Mr. Bissel's room.”

“We burst in and saw the room ablaze. We managed to get Mr. Bissel out, but he was seriously

injured.”

“We couldn't figure out who did it, so we drove all the way back.”

Queeny frowned deeply at this.

“Didn't you check it carefully when you checked in the hotel?” she asked quietly.

“We did,” said Ford quietly.

Queeny was stunned.

She noticed a complex look of hate on Ford’s face. On second thought, she guessed it.

“Is there a mole?”

Ford clenched his fist and nodded.

“He’s one of the guards?”

Ford nodded again.

Queeny breathed a sigh of relief.

No wonder!

The mole was in the escort. So if he could plant a bomb in the room at any convenient moment, no one

would notice.

Her face darkened.

Others might not know it, but she was well aware that Felix's escort had been carefully screened.

Most of them were orphans with little care in the world, so they would not be afraid of being threatened.

Felix had always treated them well, and there was no possibility of defection for profit.

Most of all, she knew that a large number of these people were actually children the Bissel family had

sponsored since childhood, so they grew up to be Felix’s right-hand men.

From children to adults, this loyalty can be imagined.

And now, the mole was in these people...

Queeny felt the fog in front of her started to appear again, obscuring her eyes from what laid ahead.

She fell silent, and so did Ford.

Ford couldn’t be more regretful at this point.

For though the escorts were Felix’s men, he was the one who normally trained and taught them.

In other words, Felix had put his best army and his entire fortune in his hands.

But he failed to live up to his trust, not only failed to timely find spies, but also let him be seriously

injured.

All Ford wanted now was to shoot himself.

Queeny, naturally sensing his emotion, reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

“It’s not your fault. Don’t blame yourself too much.”

Ford couldn’t have detected it if Felix hadn’t.

Moreover, it was possible that the man had been lurking in the escort all along, usually without showing

any signs, only for this fatal blow.

So, this was the enemy’s trump card. How could they easily let this card be discovered?

Queeny understood this, but Ford still blamed himself.

Seeing this, Queeny did not force him. She knew that all her advice would be of no use to him at that

moment.

So she only said in a hushed voice, “Where are those people? Were they under control?”

Ford nodded. “There were eighteen of them, and they were all under control.”

Queeny nodded back.

“Just get them under control. Try to find out who this person is, get him to tell the truth, and find out

who the mastermind behind him is.”

Ford was shocked by Queeny’s words.

Unconsciously he straightened his chest and answered, “Yes.”

Queeny waved her hand. “You take care of this first. It’s the most important thing right now. You can

count on me and Donald on Felix’s side.”

Ford nodded gratefully and turned away.

Queeny returned to the bedroom and saw Donald coming out.

She hurried over and asked, “How's it going?”

Donald frowned. It had only been a few hours, but suddenly he felt years older.

He said quietly, “He hasn’t recovered yet. He needs blood now. I’ll send someone to get the bag.”

Queeny nodded, and Donald left in a hurry.

Ella saw how distraught she was, so she brought a chair and put it behind her.

“Miss Horton, you haven’t recovered from your leg. Why don’t you sit and wait?”

Queeny was stunned and subconsciously wanted to refuse, but Donald, who had already left, turned to

her and said, “Please sit and wait. Mr. Bissel will want to see you as soon as he wakes up. If he finds

you in a bad state, he will also be worried.”

Queeny then pursed her lips and said, “Okay.” Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Then she sat down.

Donald left quickly.

The operation lasted about an hour and a half.

Donald got the plasma and went back in.

It wasn’t long before the doctors came out together.

Everyone stood up and asked in unison, “How’s it going?”

“He’s all right,” the doctor replied, “but he’s not out of the woods yet. There are forty-eight hours of

danger ahead. Send two people you can trust to take care of him, and keep your voice low. After those

forty-eight hours, everything will be all right.”

They all felt relieved.

Two trustworthy people with time on their hands were definitely Queeny and Donald.

Without hesitation, they changed their clothes and went in.

Donald took care of his nutrition and Queeny stayed with him and kept an eye on his condition.

The room was filled with a strong smell of disinfectant and alcohol and blood.

Queeny’s eyes filled with tears as she looked at the man lying quietly on the bed, wrapped in gauze.

She sat down on the chair beside the bed and whispered, “Felix, you better wake up, and if anything

happens to you, I’m telling you, I will not spare you!”

He lay there quite still, silent and unresponsive.

She suddenly began to miss the old Felix.

Although the old Felix always liked to annoy her, and would often act like a child with her.

And he was kind of bad back then, and he always made her sad.

Queeny somehow felt that Felix was better, more alive.

Now he lay lifeless in bed, like a puppet with no life at all.

She raised her hand and took his from under the covers.

She put his hand to her cheek and whispered, “Felix, let me tell you a secret.”

The man in the bed, of course, did not respond.

But as if she had not noticed, she said to herself, “I tell you, I always said I hated you, and it wasn’t

true.”