Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 237 - 236 Zoe uses herself as bait, but it’s hard to persuade the stubborn ghost.

Chapter 237: 236 Zoe uses herself as bait, but it’s hard to persuade the stubborn ghost.

Abroad, in a hospital

Lucas Bell had an IV in his hand, and his other hand, crushed, had been x-rayed, showing an undeniable fracture. The surgery was scheduled for tomorrow.

"Grandpa, that group went off to a party. Most of them are underage and not very tight-lipped. I asked around and found out some things," Zac Cruz whispered.

William Hale’s face darkened.

He continued, "Someone found them and gave them a million US dollars to break Lucas Bell’s hand."

"They didn’t know the person who hired them."

"The payment account was foreign, under an old woman’s name—probably a fake account."

William nodded.

"It’s unlikely to be a creditor of the Bell Family. Lucas hasn’t made enemies abroad..." Zac analyzed.

No smoking was allowed in the hospital. The cigarette pack in his hand was already crumpled by William, who remained silent, his gaze dark and dangerous like a wolf lurking in the darkness.

"Intentionally breaking the hand?" Zac clenched his teeth, "Why specifically the hand? There are many other ways to cripple him."

It was too deliberate to emphasize crippling only the hand.

It seemed like a deliberate provocation!

While they talked, there was movement on the bed. When Lucas Bell opened his eyes, his left hand was in severe pain, immobilized and unable to move.

"Awake?" William stepped forward. "I’ve already administered painkillers."

"Sister, brother-in-law... how come you’re here?"

"After such a big incident, shouldn’t I come? Do you see me as an outsider?" William handed him a cup of water and helped him sit up.

"That’s not what I meant."

"The people who hurt you have been caught by the police. They will pay the price." The real situation, William did not plan to tell him, intending to let him recover in peace first.

"Why did they do it?"

"Just some reckless youths looking for fun, and you just happened to be there."

Lucas’s expression was dim, a truly undeserved disaster.

"First give a call to your parents and your sister; they are very worried about you." William handed over his mobile phone.

As he made the calls, William sent his medical reports to Peter Lewis, asking to review them and suggesting it would be best if he could personally perform the surgery if available.

**

Meanwhile, in Capital City

Outside, dry leaves trembled on branches, and the cold wind was bleak. Inside the nightclub, men and women dressed in revealing outfits performed energetically on stage under dazzling, dim lights.

In a private room, various expensive drinks were arranged on the table. While everyone partied cautiously, they observed the man in the corner, who was kissing a disheveled woman.

As the woman climbed onto his lap trying to help him undress, her fingers moving downward...

Trying to tease,

she was abruptly pushed away.

"Young Master Wells?" The woman’s eyes were hazy.

"Get out—"

At that moment, Ryan Wells’s mind unexpectedly flashed with Zoe Bell’s face.

The woman, taken aback by the sudden cold shower, sat silently for a long while.

No one dared speak.

Ryan stood up, a smile on his lips, "Everyone keep having fun. I’ll cover all the expenses tonight."

The crowd cheered, but he turned and left.

"Young Master Wells, leaving so soon?"

"My hand hurts; I have to go to the hospital tomorrow," Ryan rubbed his wrist.

He was eager to see Zoe Bell’s expression. She was probably red-eyed, likely at home crying and with no enthusiasm to go for rehabilitation.

When he arrived at the Rehabilitation Hospital the next day, he saw Zoe Bell in the training hall from the first glance.

The indoor heater was on; she was lightly dressed, her waist slim. She was laughing and talking with the doctor as if completely unaffected.

Had she not received the news?

Impossible!

Lucas was a student and didn’t have much money; both the school and hospital would contact the family.

Yet, she acted as if nothing had happened, continuing with her own business.

"Sis—"

Someone called her.

Ryan Wells quickly ducked to the side.

Today, accompanying her was Wyatt Hale, holding two cups of fruit tea for her to choose from.

"I waited in line for so long, I didn’t expect the coffee shop near the hospital to be this busy." Wyatt Hale complained, "But the coffee smells particularly good, try it, I didn’t add any sugar, but I did add some milk."

"Thanks." Zoe Bell sat down and drank the coffee.

The two chatted warmly.

Just as usual.

This made Ryan Wells somewhat irritated, a million dollars thrown out, and it hadn’t caused even a small ripple?

At that moment, his phone vibrated, and he checked it.

"[Hale Group and C Corporation reach a strategic cooperation, William Hale heads to Country C to sign the agreement.]"

Ryan Wells’s face turned completely dark.

William Hale left Capital City, was it not to visit Lucas Bell, but to negotiate business and sign contracts?

Had he judged wrong?

So much for brother-sister affection, it’s all bullshit!

He spent more than ten years with a brother he didn’t care about, but got along warmly with Wyatt Hale, this cheap younger brother; he thought Zoe Bell was the exception.

He guessed that seeing the Bell Family downfall and Lucas Bell completely losing any value for use, she had kicked him aside.

And here he thought she valued loyalty and chivalry,

Turns out, she’s just another who steps on those down and flatters those up!

He was annoyed that he had lost hundreds of thousands for nothing.

Especially now, seeing Zoe Bell laughing so heartily, it felt like she was mocking his stupidity, his futile efforts.

However, the advantage of having Wyatt Hale around her was that:

He wasn’t like the men before, following every step Zoe Bell took.

He spent most of his time sitting on the side playing with his phone, since he was a child and not so attentive, Zoe Bell could easily be left alone.

Ryan Wells clenched his teeth:

Was his opportunity finally coming?

But the Rehabilitation Hospital was crowded and busy, he dared not make a move, and he observed for several days; occasionally previous men would accompany him, Hannah Johnson also came...

Finally, he caught Wyatt Hale coming with her again.

That day was rainy, and there were not many people in the Rehabilitation Hospital.

Ryan Wells secretly rejoiced.

Even the heavens were helping him!

The Rehabilitation Center training hall was mostly empty, Wyatt Hale came in, threw his bag on a chair, plopped down, his eyes never leaving his phone.

"I’m going to the locker room to change." Zoe Bell finished her training and looked at Wyatt Hale.

"Do you want me to come with you?" he said, although his eyes never left his phone.

"No need, I just sweated a bit, just going to change clothes."

The Rehabilitation Center had a special locker room and shower area, but few patients used it, as some were afraid of the bacteria from many people using the locker room and didn’t want to go.

So there were very few people in the locker room.

Ryan Wells saw Zoe Bell enter and quietly followed.

"Young Master, this is a hospital, it’s not appropriate," his man said in a low voice, "Besides, she is ultimately one of William Hale’s people."

"He’s not in Capital City."

"That still doesn’t mean..."

The man didn’t finish his words before Ryan Wells slapped him, "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

The man fell silent, not daring to speak further.

Ryan Wells approached the locker room door, "You stand guard outside for me."

As he spoke, he had already pushed the door open and locked it behind him.

The man stood outside, hesitating whether to call home to inform them, the Young Master was courting disaster again.

Good advice is beyond a dead man.

He hesitated, but still prepared to make a call and notify the master.

As he lowered his head to find the number, he suddenly felt a dark shadow approach, and he abruptly looked up...

In the next moment, his mouth was instantly covered.

As he recognized the person before him...

His pupils dilated!

Utterly shocked!

"Mmmm—" He tried to struggle, to warn the person inside, run, it’s a trap, from the corner of his eye he saw that Wyatt Hale, who was supposed to be playing with his phone, had unexpectedly arrived too.

The man leaned close to his ear, speaking softly, "Make another sound, and believe it or not, I’ll take your life right now."

His voice was as cold as frost, chilling to the utmost.