Abigail's Second Life novel Chapter 855

The car pulled up outside the hospital where Luna was undergoing treatment.

Jonell propped himself up and asked Anderson, "Which ward is she in?"

"Want me to show you the way?" Anderson offered.

After a moment's hesitation, Jonell decided to rise from the iron-framed bed.

His assistant, Perry Gomez, reached out to halt him. "Mr. Davison, it's best you stay put. We'll handle things here."

With potential threats lurking in the hospital, there would be no time for escape.

Jonell settled back down and turned to Anderson. "Can you take him there?"

Anderson didn't object.

"Get a few more guys to go with him," Jonell instructed Perry.

Perry nodded and picked out six skilled comrades to accompany Anderson.

The group made their way toward the hospital. But before they could even step inside, silenced guns took down several men.

Perry was about to duck when Anderson pulled a gun from his waist, pressed it against Perry's lower back, and fired a shot.

There was silence in the air.

Perry spun around, disbelief written all over his face as he faced Anderson, who had a wide grin on his lips. "S-Sean…" He opened his mouth to speak, but his voice trailed off before he collapsed to the ground.

The bodyguards were taken aback by the scene. Unfortunately, they swiftly collapsed to the ground as well.

Anderson stealthily made his way into the hospital.

...

Jonell had been waiting in the car for half an hour, and he grew increasingly anxious. He took out his phone and dialed Perry's number.

The call went through, but there was no answer.

"Something's not right!" He told one of his bodyguards.

Mike also stood up and addressed Keith. "Take three of your guys and go check it out, but be careful!"

"You two, go with them!" Jonell called out to two others.

Inside the car, Jonell's men were down to three, while Mike's men, including himself, totaled seven.

The atmosphere in the car late at night became tense.

After one of Mike's men and Jonell's bodyguard had been absent for about five minutes, Mike broke the silence with a low, serious tone and addressed Jonell directly, "Mr. Davison, given the circumstances, it looks like getting out of Monfort might not be easy."

Jonell's face tightened, and his lips pressed into a thin line.

"If you have anyone else, now's the time to call them. Or if there's a safe place we can lay low, we should go there now. Going back to the hospital is too risky. Look at how few of us are left." Mike's expression darkened as he spoke.

Jonell's mind drifted to Anderson.

If Anderson was here, he wouldn't be talking to me like this.