Chapter 717 Return Of Ex-wife

• Even though she really didn’t want to be hospitalized, after hearing the doctor’s grave concerns, Joanna could only reluctantly agree to stay in the hospital. “Go take care of the hospitalization procedures!” “Okay, Mr. Everett.” Soon after, the hospitalization procedures were completed. Joanna was assigned to the special VIP ward. There were almost no patients on this floor. Ordinary patients would not be arranged to come to this floor. As they entered the VIP floor, they noticed a few nurses and doctors escorting a patient out of the elevator. The patient was also arranged on this floor. An assistant in a suit approached Marcus and said, “Mr. Yanice, don’t worry. Mr. Derick’s life has been saved. “He has been transferred to a normal ward!” On the other end of the phone, Marcus appeared to be explaining something to the person on the call. The assistant nodded submissively while on the phone.
• “Yes, yes, I understand.” Marlowe had spent over ten days in the intensive care unit, but today, he was finally transferred to a regular ward. However, they had to amputate his right leg from the knee. The large tendons at his neck were cut off. Although they managed to reattach it, his neck was now crooked to the left. “Uh, uh, uh…” Marlowe lay there, whimpering in pain and discomfort. What a narrow path! Joanna and Bruce happened to run into Marlowe. Given that he was the eldest son of the Yanice family, and was one of the wealthiest young guys in Greyport, it was no surprise he was staying in the VIP ward. “Hmm…” When Marlowe saw Bruce, his previously dispirited and weak expression instantly brightened up. He became excited and struggled to sit up straight. But Marlowe’s injuries were still very severe. Even if he tried with all his strength, he could only manage to squirm. “Mr. Derick, please don’t get too agitated.
• You haven’t fully recovered yet,” the assistant quickly comforted him. “Mmm…” Marlowe tried to mumble something, but he was unable to speak clearly. Despite his inability to speak, Marlowe’s gaze was piercing and filled with resentment, resembling that of a venomous snake. Bruce coldly glanced at Marlowe, and with a shrug, his expression seemed to convey the message, “That’s right, my people did it.” Even the police had no way to investigate such a matter. Just like how Marlowe had hired someone to seek revenge on Bruce, the murderer had already fled overseas, making it nearly impossible to conduct a thorough investigation. Indeed, everyone was well aware of the situation, but despite their suspicions, they couldn’t find any concrete evidence.