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Natalie's eyes lit up as she, too, concurred on the point made.
“I've spoken for long enough, madam, so I shan't continue to impose. I shall take my leave now.” Looking at the
time, Mrs. Wilson realized how late it was and decided against continuing the conversation.
Smiling, Natalie passed the now empty glass back along. “All right. Take care, and do rest up soon, Mrs. Wilson.”
“Will do.” Mrs. Wilson then exited with a genial laugh.
At the Stanford Hospital, Silas was already waiting at the entrance by the time Shane arrived and quickly came
down the steps as soon as he saw the car turn in. “Mr. Shane,” he greeted.
“Where's Jackson?” asked Shane as he tossed him the keys.
Silas followed behind as he entered the hospital. “Dr. Baker's at the morgue.”
“How long has he been there?” asked Shane with a squint.
Silas considered it before he replied, “Almost half an hour. I got here about half an hour ago and inquired with the
person in charge. Dr. Baker had only arrived a few minutes before I did.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNormally, apart from the police coroner and the person working there, few who were at the morgue to view the
body of the deceased were allowed to hang around for too long.
First of all, it was out of concern of potential tampering with the bodies of the deceased, and secondly, because the
morgue was cold enough to the extent that one could easily fall sick in there.
Shane's face grew frigid and severe when he heard how long Jackson had been inside.
Coming to the entrance of the morgue, Shane stood by and listened in on the outside. He was unable to hear
anything happening within, regardless. Thus, his eyes narrowed as he turned to the two hospital security guards
behind Silas. “Go inside and bring me the person in there.”
“Understood.” The guards nodded in acknowledgment before they pushed their way past the doors to the morgue.
Before the duo got here, the hospital had already instructed them to abide by Shane's orders, hence, they would
abide by whatever Shane demanded.
Very quickly, a discord was heard from behind the doors in the form of Jackson's angry roar. “Get your hands off
me! Let go of me this instant! I'm not going out, so let go!”
Nobody listened to him though.
Shortly after, Jackson was escorted out by the security guards, with one on either side of him.
Once they loosened their hold, his body immediately collapsed limply on the floor, unable to support itself.
Silas was astounded. “What happened to him?”
Shane's lips pursed into a slit. “Your legs...”
Afraid that they would be blamed for Jackson's inability to stand, the two security guards sought to explain
themselves. “Dr. Baker has stayed inside the morgue for too long. When we found him, he was already sitting on
the floor by the freezer like that. His legs must have gone numb from the cold and are unable to hold him upright.
He should be all right once his body temperature and circulation normalized.”
“I see,” Silas replied, enlightened.
Shane's tightly held lips also loosened up as he really thought for a moment that something else inconceivable had
happened to Jackson's lower extremities.
The two guards nodded. “Yeah. There are people passing on in the hospital every day so we'd get family members
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmcoming into the morgue just as often. That's why we encounter this sort of situation quite a lot.”
“Got it. You may step aside now,” said Shane with a nod.
“Understood,” the pair acknowledged before they stepped out of the way in concert.
Shane lowered his head, and with a deep furrow, he regarded Jackson who was sitting slumped on the floor, lifeless
as a corpse.
“Can you see what you've become, Jackson?”
Jackson's lids lifted briefly before they lowered back down. There was no discernable reaction from him apart from
that, as though he had really become a soulless mound of flesh. He was completely out of whack, as though he
wished that he was dead.
His demeanor ignited the fury inside Shane, who went up and booted him to the floor.
Jackson was sent hurtling backward, and his body skidded along for a good two meters before it grounded to a halt.
For a moment, he could only lay prone, clutching at his chest, coughing vigorously.
It was a sight that shocked not only Silas, but the two security guards standing not too far away as well.
They did not expect such violent conduct from the seemingly distinguished and refined-looking man, going up and
kicking someone without even exchanging pleasantries prior to the way he did.
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