Please Let Me Go

Chapter 171 I Was Going to Kill Him

When Adelaide collected herself, Hanna had not been in the room, leaving only a large pool of blood

on the ground.

She hurriedly took out her cell phone from her pocket. She had dexterous hands, but she dropped the

cell phone to the ground, as if she couldn't use her hands deftly. She swallowed saliva, bit her lower lip,

and stretched out her other hand to slap the "clumsy" hand that dropped the cell phone.

Shivering, she unlocked her mobile phone. The beads of sweat on her forehead dripped like raindrops

on the bright screen. With her trembling hands, she gritted her teeth and gave Antonio a phone call

with difficulty.

"She is receiving emergency treatment at the City Hospital!"

His voice was like a dose of sedative and she became less worried after hearing what he said. Her

mind was already in turmoil, didn't know what to do because she was in a panic, and asked half crying,

"Will Hanna die? What should I do? Shall I call Uncle Battle now?"

Antonio listened patiently to her. The more people became panicky, the easier it was for them to worry.

As a man, he naturally had to shoulder the duty of comforting Adelaide. He smiled slightly, driving away

the anxiety of Adelaide who was sitting on the ground like a spring breeze.

"It'll be fine. I've asked Bruno to pick you up. When you come, Miss Hanna will wake up."

He seldom smiled at ordinary times, and such an obvious smile was even rarer. In such a crisis, when

her mind was in such a turmoil, his gentle smile eased Adelaide's inner uneasiness.

It had to be admitted that his deep and magnetic voice was like a lamp in the night, leading her out of

the fog.

Soon, he hung up and gave Oscar a phone call out of caution, telling him to watch Channing and not

let the news spread. He had a bad feeling. Intuitively, he felt that Channing had absolutely something to

do with this incident. In order to prevent him from sneaking away...He frowned.

After he was sure that he had been prepared for anything that might happen, Adelaide stumbled to the

emergency room. She came here from time to time, as if this place were half her home.

She was getting more and more dislike for this place.

When the light showing words "During the operation" was on, Adelaide had been walking around the

door. She couldn't be relieved for a moment before it was announced that Hanna was out of danger.

She kept asking Antonio if Hanna wouldn't regain consciousness, and Antonio always consoled her

seriously that Hanna would be fine.

When Adelaide no longer believed his words and became more and more impatient, that light finally

went out. Soon, several nurses pushed a medical trolley out, on which Hanna lay. Adelaide rushed

there as quickly as a wind did.

Hanna's face was still pale and was having an intravenous drip. She lay on the medical trolley quietly.

Without usual vigor and pride, she lay on there like a poor little thing, motionless. Only her faint breath

proved that she was still alive.

"Hanna! Hanna!"

Adelaide called her twice in a low voice, as if she would disturbed her if she spoke louder.

The doctor also came out. He was so fat that the operating gown he wore was very tight. He

unbuttoned the buttons with his hands quickly, exposing the shirt inside, and reaching out to wipe the

sweat off his forehead.

"Hi, doctor. How's Miss Hanna, please?"

Antonio politely stepped forward, nodded slightly at him, and asked with a rather serious expression.

The doctor smiled sincerely and replied softly, "She received emergency treatment in time. Moreover,

the wound is not very deep. So she will be able to regain consciousness soon. However, you should

pay special attention to her every move after she wakes up. She might be psychologically fragile and

will probably choose to commit suicide again if she was given even a slight blow."

"Yes, I know."

After that, Hanna was sent back to the ward by several nurses.

In the quiet high-level ward, Adelaide sat beside her without saying a word. She knew that something

must have happened. Channing was a scum. Hatred slowly took root and sprouted in her heart. The

longer Hanna was unconscious, the more Adelaide wanted to kill Channing, the scum.

She stood up quickly and wanting to rush out of the ward. Antonio saw through her intention, grabbed

her arm and asked in deep voice, "What are you doing to do?"

"I'm going to kill him!"

Adelaide gritted her teeth hard with an irrepressible rage in her eyes. Anger flared in her heart and she

was like a lion that was infuriated. Her murderous look was even more frightening.

Antonio was surprised that Adelaide was so strong at this moment. If he hadn't tried his best to pull her,

she would have been free from his restraint. He took a deep breath and comforted her, "Adelaide, calm

down, Miss Hanna hasn't woken up yet. It wasn't necessary Channing who hurt her. Besides, you can't

escape the punishment of the law if you killed him." All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Even if it wasn't him that hurt Hanna, that scum must be involved in it."

Maybe this was similar to killing a person indirectly. If Hanna hadn't worried about her being depressed

all day, she wouldn't have thought of so many novel ideas to cheer her up. In this way, she wouldn't

encounter those people and would not be drugged by Channing.

After all, she was the source of the disaster. How could she laugh it off? The more Adelaide thought

about it, the angrier she became. At this moment, she would nodded and agreed without hesitation

even if she was asked to kill Channing at the expense of her life.

Seeing this, Antonio had an idea. He held Adelaide tightly in his arms, "Channing deserves to die, but

are you willing to let the real offender get away with it?"

Adelaide turned around in perplexity. Antonio leaned on her shoulder and she could feel his warm

breath around her ear. She shivered slightly and asked, "What do you mean?"

Antonio saw a chance. He was relieved in his heart, but on the surface he continued to answer

solemnly, "Do you think Miss Hanna will be willing to go to the Public Security Bureau to report the

case? No, she won't. What's more, the incident made her so painful that she committed suicide. How

would she be willing to recall it? If you killed Channing, who would know who hurt Miss Hanna? Wait for

a while, I'll take revenge for you after I know who that guy is from Channing."

To kill Channing at the expense of Adelaide's life?

He knew it better than anyone that it wasn't worth it. He had nearly sorted out the clue. If Adelaide

really intended to sleep with Channing, how would Hanna committed suicide?

He was sure that Channing had made a fool out of him.

As a result, he hit Adelaide on impulse. Antonio didn't need other people to remind him of it. He

wouldn't let Channing off.

Adelaide nodded half in belief and half in doubt. Then she heard a faint voice from Hanna,

"Al...Adelaide...Drug...There is drug in...Don't ...Don't eat the food."

They were overjoyed, instantly forgetting that they should retaliate against Channing. After Adelaide

ran back to Hanna quickly, she put her hands on the bed, leaned forward slightly and asked gently,

"Hanna, what are you talking about?"

It seemed that Hanna heard her voice and repeated it on and off.