Turning Of The Tide (Natalie and Trevon) novel Chapter 577

At Hospital Athana, Hackett's head was wrapped in gauze. Sherri stood at the side and felt her heart ache as she watched. She kept asking the nurse to be gentler. "Please be gentler. Hackett , are you feeling any discomfort? I'm dying from the pain. Please don't have any sequelae."

"I'm fine. He ambushed me from behind. When I'm discharged from the hospital, I'll kill him." His expression was too big, and the back of his head hurt. He gritted his teeth in pain.

"Don't move. Let the nurse bandage it. Did you offend someone? Why did that person hit your head as soon as he came up?" Wasn't this killing him? He had a concussion from being hit.

Sherri was secretly glad that she had a concussion. Otherwise, she would have to be a widow.

Sherri even suspected that Hackett's life was destined to be tumultuous. His brain was being shaken plenty of times, either hitting a tree or being ambushed.

Considering his long lifetime, he might need some protection for his head. Perhaps they should consult a master or consider a name change. Even if it's just calling him a Shock Absorber, it might not be a bad idea

Rose heard the nurse say that Mr. Blackwell had a concussion, rushed over, and as soon as she entered the ward, she saw Hackett's head wrapped like it had exploded on the frontlines. Subconsciously, she looked at Hackett's legs. "What happened? Hackett, did you get into a fight and lose?"

He already had a headache, but after hearing Rose's words, Hackett felt even more headache.

Rose and Sherri were concerned as they sat down to analyze whether Hackett had recently offended anyone. However, considering the Blackwell family's longstanding dominance in the property business in Athana, it seemed unlikely that anyone would choose to attack Hackett.

Listening to the two women's endless analysis, analyzing this and that, for a moment, he felt that it was a pity that the two of them did not become police officers.

Hackett's head throbbed. He felt that his concussion had worsened. In the end, in order not to worry Sherri, he did not mention the actual situation.

After spending a few hours in the hospital room and conducting her own investigation, Rose, along with Sherri, couldn't reach any conclusive results. She worried about Hackett's well-being after leaving the hospital and anticipated potential trouble, so she decided to call her brother. "Hello, Brother."

Frank answered the phone, "Speak, what is it?"

Rose was not in the mood to joke. He was really worried about Hackett. "Brother, Hackett was beaten up. He has a concussion and is staying in the ward. I don't know which lunatic hit him on the back of the head. Brother, help me investigate."

The other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds. "Got it. I'm hanging up."

Rose didn't say anything else. She knew her brother would help. She put her phone back in her pocket and prepared to leave work.

At night, in Hackett's hospital room, two people appeared abruptly. One was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt paired with black shorts, lazily leaning against the doorway. The other was dressed in a white short-sleeved shirt and black casual pants, casually pulling a chair and sitting by the bed.

If Trevon had a notebook in his hand, he would have taken a statement.

Hackett sat on the bed and looked at the two people in the ward. "Why do I feel that the two of you aren't here to visit me? You look like you're here to see if I'm dead."

Trevon crossed his legs. "Do you think we didn't bring chrysanthemums?"

"It's so late at night. Can you say something more terrifying?" If they continued to talk about this topic, Hackett felt that he might die on the spot.

Frank still didn't enter the room. The door was wide open, and the figure of a nearly 5.9 feet man blocked the entrance, though slightly tilted. Upon hearing Trevon's words, he chuckled.

"I've been caught by you. I've been waiting at the police station. I've been listening to your complaints for a few hours." After saying that, Frank dug his ears.

Hackett immediately became alert. He wasn't accustomed to having bodyguards with him. Upon leaving the company that day, he headed to the restroom for a quick break. While using the toilet, halfway through zipping up, he was struck from behind, and he promptly fell to the ground.

He did not know if the person who saved him had helped him zip it up. In any case, when he woke up, the zipper was all the way to the top.

However, when he woke up, he was already in the ward. Sherri was crying beside him, like he was at a funeral. He almost thought that he was dead.

"Which bastard attacked me? I'll damn well annihilate him." Hackett, anxious to know the culprit, fumed and vented his frustration with a string of expletives.

Trevon crossed his arms as if he were watching a show. His words were filled with persuasion, but his tone did not have the slightest hint of persuasion. "A multimillionaire has become a multimillionaire. It's not a loss to be beaten up by others for a few hours."

"Gabriel's father, David?" Hackett suddenly raised his voice.

Trevon and Frank did not speak. They looked at him in a daze. Their expressions told him yes. Hackett was so angry that he smashed a pillow beside him onto the blanket and fell to the ground.

Hackett's head felt a little dizzy. He supported his head and sat down again. After resting for a while, he did not feel dizzy.