Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 241 - 240 Fleeing the Country for Asylum? Then Send Him to Hell! (3 more - s)

Chapter 241: 240 Fleeing the Country for Asylum? Then Send Him to Hell! (3 more Chapters)

When the police arrived, Ryan Wells leaned against the wall, reeking of urine, making the officer frown deeply.

Zoe Bell had set a trap using herself, installing surveillance in the changing room beforehand. However, Ryan Wells’s hand was crushed, and he was immediately sent to the hospital, so the surveillance footage was still in the possession of Zoe Bell!

The Wells family heard that he had offended Zoe Bell and panicked like ants on a hot pan.

Such a fool!

Yet Ryan Wells never admitted that he had assaulted Lucas Bell.

At most, it was an attempted rape on Zoe Bell.

And he was severely beaten for it, resulting in a broken hand.

His parents contacted Zoe Bell at the first opportunity.

They met in a tea room renowned for its privacy.

"Miss Bell, this incident was my son’s fault, and he has paid the price. Please let him off this time," Johnson Wells pleaded, having only this one son and knowing he was in the wrong, had to shamelessly beg for his mercy.

Mrs. Wells was sobbing uncontrollably in front of Zoe Bell.

"He was already useless after the incident years ago. Miss Bell, you are a magnanimous person. How about we settle this privately?"

"You can be assured we will compensate you."

Johnson Wells said, pulling out a card and placing it in front of Zoe Bell.

"Mr. Wells, I don’t need money," Zoe Bell raised an eyebrow.

With parents like these, always ready to clean up after him, it’s no wonder Ryan Wells acts so recklessly.

"There are twenty million in this account," Johnson Wells emphasized.

Zoe Bell sipped her tea, silent.

Johnson Wells then took out another card, "In this card, there’s another ten million. If you are willing to settle this privately, everything is negotiable."

"Thirty million..." Zoe Bell chuckled lowly, "To save him, you really are going all out. Is it worth it?"

The Wells couple had no other choice.

That was their son, after all.

They couldn’t possibly watch him go to jail!

Taking out so much money was draining half of their fortune; as Zoe Bell was connected to William Hale, a small sum would not interest her.

"Miss Bell, causing a big scene is bad for your reputation and for Mr. Hale. Don’t you agree?" Mrs. Wells tried to appeal emotionally, "I can see you are a good person, and my son is a troublemaker. Please, don’t take it to heart."

Zoe Bell remained silent for a long while.

She then took out a storage card, handed it to the couple, took the money, and left.

The Wells couple had prepared for her to refuse the money, but seeing her accept it, they breathed a sigh of relief.

On the police’s end, they soon received a notification that Zoe Bell had withdrawn her complaint. They found it strange, but without the victim pressing charges and lacking sufficient evidence, they couldn’t proceed with the case.

"Brother, you’re just letting him off?" Wyatt Hale furrowed his brows, "We’ve been lying in wait for so long, and finally, that bastard took the bait."

"We should have made him rot in jail to vent Lucas’s anger!"

"What are you rushing for?" Zoe Bell chuckled softly, "Who told you that this is the end?"

"Not over?"

Wyatt Hale did not understand, but Zoe Bell refused to explain further.

—

Meanwhile, at the Wells residence, they were busy contacting doctors to operate on their son’s hand and were trying to send him out of the country before William Hale returned!

He must leave!

Although he hadn’t returned to the country yet, he had already been exerting pressure from the shadows, and the company was struggling.

William Hale had been ruthless back in the day; it was uncertain what he might do this time!

Ryan Wells would be in danger if he stayed in the country.

He had an old injury on his wrist, which had been brutally broken this time. They had consulted many specialists, but no one could guarantee that he would regain full function of his hand after surgery.

"Mr. and Mrs. Wells, if you have the connection, you should contact Dr. Peter Lewis. He is a master in this field. If he personally performs the surgery, there might still be hope for your son’s hand."

"Peter Lewis?" Johnson Wells frowned, "How do we get in touch with him?"

"That might be difficult, as he left the country two days ago for surgery."

"Gone abroad?"

"Hmm, I heard it was on someone’s behalf, that person also had a hand injury, heard it was quite severe. However, the surgery went well, and as long as the treatment is followed properly, recovery should be as normal as anyone else’s."

"When will he return to the country?" Mrs. and Mr. Wells ignited hope upon hearing this.

"It’s hard to say."

...

Mrs. and Mr. Wells inquired further, only to discover that the patient Peter Lewis operated on was actually Zoe Bell’s brother.

They were instantly overwhelmed.

Moreover, Peter Lewis was going to stay abroad for exchanges and studies recently, and he wouldn’t return anytime soon; the couple decided it was best to send their son abroad for safety, rather than just for surgery.

The Wells had been going through a tough time recently, and neither spouse could leave, so they entrusted the task to two relatives, chartered a plane, and sent Ryan Wells off first.

As the plane left the country,

Mrs. and Mr. Wells finally breathed a sigh of relief.

They had finally sent him away!

Now abroad, even the far-reaching influence of the Hale Family couldn’t touch him, and based on news reports, he was currently in Country C, not the country their son was heading to.

**

Hospital abroad

Lucas Bell had his surgery a few days ago and was now lying in bed, reading a textbook, still preoccupied with the upcoming final exams.

When the phone vibrated, William Hale got up and left the hospital room to answer the call.

"Grandfather," Kyle Lowe’s voice came through.

"What is it?"

"Ryan Wells’s plane has taken off, and it is expected to arrive in 6 hours at your location."

"Understood, arrange for someone to meet the plane."

"Got it."

Though it was a chartered flight, Ryan Wells was extremely uncomfortable. His hand was simply immobilized, and under the high altitude, the pressure made his hand hurt terribly; the painkillers were utterly ineffective.

He lashed out at his relatives and the accompanying medical staff.

He utterly despised Zoe Bell.

That bitch,

she had actually harmed him!

He thought she was truly honourable and virtuous, yet she had taken their family’s money?

Had he known he could just pay her off, what was the point in fixating on her for so long.

A woman who could be bought with money was the least valuable!

During the 6-hour flight, the young master slept half the time, venting his anger during the rest. The relatives, intending to kindly help him go abroad, were instead treated like servants.

So, when the plane landed and someone came to meet it, cars were arranged.

The Wells’s relatives refused to ride with him, afraid of more mistreatment.

Ryan Wells only had an injured hand. He stepped into the car on his own and directed the people inside, "Hurry to the hospital, damn, my hand is killing me!"

"Alright."

As soon as the driver spoke, Ryan Wells was stunned for a few seconds, "Who are you?"

The man in the driver’s seat turned around, smiled at him, "Young Master Wells, long time no see!"

This was...

William Hale’s assistant, Zac Cruz!

Ryan Wells’s pupils dilated sharply. Before he could think of getting out of the car, his mouth and nose were covered, and he inadvertently inhaled a gas, completely passing out.

As the car passed a fork in the road, it split from the several cars behind it.

Mrs. and Mr. Wells were timing the flight, their son should have landed by now.

They called, but got no answer.

The person arranged by the Wells to meet the plane also didn’t find anyone.

Calling the relatives again, they found that they had already been left at a hostel by someone and had departed, leaving those relatives utterly confused.

Ryan Wells had completely vanished!

It was as if he had completely evaporated from the face of the earth...